The circuit rider preacher

The circuit rider preacher went riding through the land, With a rifle on his shoulder and a Bible in his hand; He told the prairie people of a blessed promised land, As he went riding, singing along.

Leaning, leaning, Leaning on the everlasting arms. Leaning, leaning, Leaning on the everlasting arms.

He preached the coming judgment of fire and brimstone; And a glorious, endless heaven of the justified alone. As he rode across the mountains you could hear him sing this song, As he went riding on.

There is power, power, wonder-working power, In the blood of the Lamb; There is power, power, oh, wonder-working power, In the precious blood of the Lamb.

Now his rifle's old and rusty and is hanging on the wall; His Bible's very worn and dusty and is seldom touched at all; But the message that It brings us will meet us on that day, For God's Truth's still marching on.

Glory! Glory, hallelujah! Glory! Glory, hallelujah! Glory! Glory, hallelujah! His Truth is marching on.