To this day, as they have done since the 7th century, visitors and pilgrims come from near and far to offer prayers in Wilfrid's crypt.
The strife is o'er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor's triumph won;
O let the song of praise begun.
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;
Oh, 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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