The Strife Is O'er, The Battle Done - YouWorship
Artist: translated by Francis Pott (1832-1909) / adapted by William Henry Monk (1823-89)
Category: Worship
Song Lyrics
[] Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! [Verse 1] The strife is o'er, the battle done; the victory of life is won; the song of triumph has begun. Alleluia! [Verse 2] The powers of death have done their worst, but Christ their legions has dispersed. Let shouts of holy joy outburst. Alleluia! [verse 3] The three sad days are quickly sped; he rises glorious from the dead. All glory to our risen Head. Alleluia! [Verse 4] He closed the yawning gates of hell; the bars from heaven's high portals fell. Let hymns of praise his triumph tell. Alleluia! [Verse 5] Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee, from death's dread sting thy servants free, that we may live and sing to thee. Alleluia! [] Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! [] Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! [Verse 1] The strife is o'er, the battle done; the victory of life is won; the song of triumph has begun. Alleluia! [Verse 2] The powers of death have done their worst, but Christ their legions has dispersed. Let shouts of holy joy outburst. Alleluia! [verse 3] The three sad days are quickly sped; he rises glorious from the dead. All glory to our risen Head. Alleluia! [Verse 4] He closed the yawning gates of hell; the bars from heaven's high portals fell. Let hymns of praise his triumph tell. Alleluia! [Verse 5] Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee, from death's dread sting thy servants free, that we may live and sing to thee. Alleluia! [] Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!