’Neath Elim’s Cooling Palms

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.

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.

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.