Weep No More

There’ll be no night in the New Je­ru­sa­lem

No dark­ness to sha­dow the day;

No sun nor moon

for the Lamb of God is light

And His glo­ry pass­eth not away;

There’ll be no death

nei­ther sor­row

grief nor pain

The right­eous shall dwell with Him there

And sing His praises and glo­ri­fy His name

In the New Je­ru­sa­lem so fair.

A riv­er flows in that ci­ty of the Lamb

A fount­ain of life for the soul;

And who­so­e’er is athirst may come and drink

Where those crys­tal wa­ters gent­ly roll;

When Je­sus died on the cross of Cal­va­ry

Sin’s bur­dens of sor­row to bear

He con­quered death

and He op­ened wide the gates

To the New Je­ru­sa­lem so fair.

Some day the hosts of the dead who sleep shall rise

And ga­ther

when trum­pets shall sound

For Judg­ment Day when the Book shall be un­sealed

And the re­cord of the ag­es found;

Then grant

O Lord

the re­cord­ing an­gel finds

Our names have been all writ­ten there;

With Je­sus then we will dwell for­ev­er­more

In the New Je­ru­sa­lem so fair.