Verse 1
The cirCcuit-rider preacher went riding through the land,
With a rifFle on his shoulder and a BiCble in his hand;
He toCld the prairie people of a blessed Promised Land
As Dmhe went ridGing, alCong
Chorus
LeaCning, leanFing,
LeaCning on the everlaDsting aGrm;
LeanCing, leanFing,
LeaCning Amon the everlaGsting arCm
He preaCched the coming judgment of fire and brimstone;
And a gloriFous, endless Heaven of the justifCied alone
As he roCde across the mountains you could
heCar him sing this song
As hFe went ridGing oCn
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There is poCwer, power, wonFder-working poCwer,
In the bloGod of the LaCmb;
There is poCwer, power, wonFder-working poCwer,
In the precGious blood of the LaCmb
His rifCle's old and rusty, and it's hanging on the wall;
His BiFble's worn and dusty, and it's selCdom touched at all;
But his MessCage from this Bible will meet us at Judgment Day.
For God's TrDmuth keeps marcGhing oCn
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GlCory! glory, hallelujah!
GlFory! glory, halleClujah!
GloCry! glory, hallelujah!
His TruFth is marcGhing oCn