148 The Strife Is O'er, the Battle Done

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 1 The strife is o'er, the battle done; Now is the victor's triumph won. Now be the song of praise begun. Alleluia! 2 Death's mightiest pow'rs have done their worst, And Jesus has his foes dispersed. Let shouts of praise and joy outburst. Alleluia! 3 On the third morn he rose again Glorious in majesty to reign. Oh, let us swell the joyful strain! Alleluia! 4 He closed the yawning gates of hell; The bars from heav'n's high portals fell. Let songs of praise his triumph tell. Alleluia! 5 Lord, by the stripes which wounded you, From death's sting free your servants, too, That we may live and sing to you. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!