Verse 1

THE strife is o’er, the battle done; Now is the Victor’s triumph won; Now be the song of praise begun: Alleluia!

Verse 2

The powers of death have done their worst, But Christ their legions hath dispersed; Let shouts of holy joy outburst: Alleluia!

Verse 3

The three sad days have quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead; All glory to our risen Head: Alleluia!

Verse 4

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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