Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
1 The strife is o'er, the battle done;
Now is the victor's triumph won!
Now be the song of praise begun.
Alleluia!
2 The pow'rs of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legions hath dispersed.
Let shouts of holy joy outburst.
Alleluia!
3 The three sad days have quickly sped,
He rises glorious from the dead.
All glory to our risen head!
Alleluia!
4 He broke the age-bound chains of hell;
The bars from heav'n's high portals fell.
Let hymns of praise his triumph tell.
Alleluia!
5 Lord, by the stripes which wounded you,
From death's sting free your servants too,
That we may live and sing to you,
Alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
