##(Verse 1)
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.

##(Verse 2)
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.

##(Verse 3)
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.

##(Chorus 1)
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

##(Chorus 2)
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.

##(Chorus 3)
Glory! Glory, hallelujah!
Glory! Glory, hallelujah!
Glory! Glory, hallelujah!
His Truth is marching on.