1
The strife is o’er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor’s triumph won;
O let the song of praise e sung.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
2
Death’s mightiest powers have done their worst,
But Jesus hath His foes dispersed.
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
3
On the third morn He rose again
Glorious in majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
4
He broke the bonds of death and hell;
The bars from heaven’s high portals fell;
Let hymns of joy His triumph tell.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
5
Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death’s dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!