1 The strife is o'er, the battle done!
now is the victor's triumph won;
Now be the song of praise begun.
2 The powers of Death have done their worst,
Jesus their legions hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst.
3 The three sad days have quickly sped;
Christ rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head!
4 Christ closed the yawning gates of hell,
the bars from heaven's high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell!
5 Lord! by the stripes which wounded you,
From Death's sting free your servants too,
That we may live and sing to you,