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 mountains you could hear him sing this song. As he went riding on.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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