The strife is o'er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor's triumph won:
O let the song of praise be sung,
Hallelujah. Death's mightiest powers have done their worst,
and Jesus hath His foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joyout-burst. Hallelujah.
On the third morn He rose again, Glorious in majesty to reign:
O let us swell the joyful strain, Hallelujah. Lord,
by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death's dread sting
Thy servants free, that we may live, and sing to Thee, Hallelujah.