The strife is o'er

1.The strife is o'er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor's triumph won;
O let the song of praise be sung.
Alleluya!

2.Death's mightiest powers have done their worst,
And Jesus hath His foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
Alleluya!

3.On the third morn he rose again
Glorious in majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain.
Alleluya!

4.*He brake the age-bound chains of hell;
The bars from heaven's high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise his triumph tell.
Alleluya!

5.*Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee
From death's dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee.
Alleluia!