No More

Verse 1

“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.

Chorus

“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.”

Verse 2

“No more of pain” and care-worn faces, No forms bowed with disease; O’er all the earth the Lord replaces His paradise of peace.

Verse 3

“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.

Verse 4

“Nor more the curse,” no more the crying, All thirst and hunger o’er; No more the night, no more the dying, No tears of sorrow more!