172 - The Strife Is O’er

The strife is o’er, the battle done;
Now is the victor’s triumph won!
Now be the song of praise 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!
Lord, by the stripes which wounded You,
From death’s sting free Your servants too,
That we may live, and sing to You: Alleluia!