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

CHORUS
Leaning,leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arm;
Leaning,leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

He preached the coming judgement 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 went riding on.

CHORUS
Leaning,leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arm;
Leaning,leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

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.

CHORUS
Leaning,leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arm;
Leaning,leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

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

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