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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain