THE STRIFE IS O’ER
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
1. The strife is o’er the battle done,
Now is the victor’s triumph won.
O let the song of praise be sung;
2. Death’s mightiest powers have done their worst;
And Jesus hath foes dispersed
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
3. On the third morn he rose again
Glorious and majesty to reign
O let us swell joyful strain.
4. Lord by the stripes which wounded thee
From death’s dread sting thy servants free
That we may live and sing to thee.