(Verse)
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, along

(Chorus)
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arm;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arm

(Verse)
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

(Chorus)
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

(Verse)
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

(Chorus)
Glory! glory, hallelujah!
Glory! glory, hallelujah!
Glory! glory, hallelujah!
His Truth is marching on