No Longer Shall the Rose

No longer shall the rose grow thorns,
No longer shall the serpent bite,
No longer shall a child be born,
With blood, and vinegar, and night.

No longer shall the leopard prowl,
No longer shall the tyrant reign,
No longer shall the sweating brow,
In furrowed effort, toil in pain.

No longer shall the desert drought,
No longer shall the blight abound,
No longer shall the blade come out,
'Gainst anything except the ground.

No longer shall the sinner die,
No longer shall the woman weep,
No longer shall grave's victory,
Stand over all the earth complete.

For Jesus took the pain and thorn,
The blood, the effort, sweat, and care.
He dragged down ever curse to hell,
And He forever left them there.