Al-le-lu-ia! Al-le-lu-ia! Al-le-lu-ia!
The Strife Is O’er the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun:
Al-le-lu-ia!
The pow’rs of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legions hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst:
Al-le-lu-ia!
The three sad days have quickly sped,
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head!
Al-le-lu-ia!
Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death’s dread sting Thy servant free,
That we may live and sing to Thee:
Al-le-lu-ia!
The Strife Is O’er Lyrics