No More

No more the curse

O Christ

we praise Thee

Thy blood the tri­umph wins;

The cross to which Thy love did raise Thee

Hath put away our sins.

There shall be no more curse

Neither sor­row nor cry­ing;

There shall be no more pain

Neither dark­ness nor dy­ing;

And God shall wipe away

All tears from their eyes.

No more of pain and care­worn fac­es

No forms bowed with dis­ease;

O’er all the earth the Lord re­plac­es

His para­dise of peace.

No more of night

the day is dawn­ing;

The Lord is draw­ing near;

With Him shall come the longed for morn­ing

When night shall dis­ap­pear.

No more the curse

no more the cry­ing

All thirst and hun­ger o’er;

No more the night

no more the dy­ing

No tears or sor­row more.