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

He preached the coming judgment
of fire and brimstone;
And a glorious, endless of heaven
of justified alone.
As he rode across the mountains
you could hear him sing his 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 His Bible
will meet us at the judgment day.
For God's Truth keeps marching on.

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

Home





Next song