The strife is o'er, the battle done;
now is the Victor's triumph won;
O let the song of praise be sung.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Death's mightiest powers have done their worst
and Jesus hath his foes dispersed;
let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
On the third morn he rose again
glorious in majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee,
from death's dread sting thy servants free,
that we may live, and sing to thee,
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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