1. The strife is o’er, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
Now be the song of praise begun:
Alleluia!
2. The powers of death
have done their worst;
But Christ their legions
hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst:
Alleluia!
3. The three sad days are quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head!
Alleluia!
4. He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven’s
high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell!
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!
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The strife is o'er, the battle done,
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun.
Alleluia!
8. The powers of death
have done their worst,
But Christ their legions
hath dispersed:
Let shout of holy joy outburst.
Alleluia!
9. The three sad days are quickly sped
He rises glorious from the dead:
All glory to our risen Head!
Alleluia!
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11. The strife is o'er, the battle done,
now is the victor's triumph won;
O let the song of praise be sung:
Alleluia!
12. Death's mightiest powers
have done their worst,
and Jesus hath his foes dispersed;
let shouts of praise and joy outburst:
Alleluia!
13. On the third morn he rose again
glorious in majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain:
Alleluia!
14. He closed the yawning
gates of hell,
the bars from heaven's
high portals fell;
let songs of praise
his triumphs tell!
Alleluia!
15. Lord! by the stripes
which wounded thee,
from death's dread sting
thy servants free,
that we may live and sing to thee.
Alleluia!