THE CIRCUIT RIDER

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 arm;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning On the everlasting arm.

He preached the coming judgment
of fire and brimstone;
And a glorious endless Heaven
of the justified alone.
As he rode across the mountain
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,
wonder working power,
In the precious blood of the Lamb.

His rifle’s old and rusty,
and it’s hanging on the wall;
His Bible’s worn and dusty,
and it’s seldom touched at all;
But his Message from this Bible
will meet us at Judgment Day,
For God’s Truth keeps marching on

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