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.