The Strife Is O'er

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 pow'rs of death have done their worst, But Christ their legions has 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 You, From death's sting free Your servants too, That we may live and sing to You. Alleluia!