The Strife Is O’er, the Battle Done

The strife is o’er

the bat­tle done;

The vic­to­ry of life is won;

The song of tri­umph has begun: Al­le­lu­ia!

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia! Al­le­lu­ia!

The pow­ers of death have done their worst;

But Christ their le­gions hath dis­persed;

Let shouts of ho­ly joy out­burst: Al­le­lu­ia!

The three sad days are quick­ly sped;

He rises glo­ri­ous from the dead;

All glo­ry to our ris­en head! Al­le­lu­ia!

He closed the yawn­ing gates of hell;

The bars from Heav­en’s high por­tals fell;

Let hymns of praise His tri­umphs tell! Al­le­lu­ia!

Lord

by the stripes which wound­ed Thee

From death’s dread sting Thy serv­ants free

That we may live

and sing to Thee: Al­le­lu­ia!