We are toil­ing on­ward, hand in hand;
We are toil­ing for the pro­mised land;
Come and join our wea­ry pil­grim band,
We shall rest ’neath Elim’s cool­ing palms.

Refrain

Though the waves loud­ly roar,
We shall pass safe­ly o’er,
To the bright, hap­py shore of the blest;
By the clear sil­ver gleam
Of the life giv­ing stream,
We shall rest ’neath Elim’s cool­ing palms.

By the swell­ing wa­ters, clear and sweet,
After toil­ing through the de­sert’s heat,
We shall rest our worn and wea­ry feet,
We shall rest ’neath Elim’s cool­ing palms.

Refrain

There will be no dark and drea­ry night,
We shall rest for­ev­er from the fight;
We shall dwell for­ev­er in the light,
We shall rest ’neath Elim’s cool­ing palms.

Refrain