1 The strife is past, the battle done;
now is the victor's triumph won;
now let the song of praise be sung:
Alleluia!

2 Death's mightiest powers have done their worst,
and Jesus has his foes dispersed;
let shouts of praise and joy outburst:
Alleluia!

3 On the third day he rose again
glorious in majesty to reign;
let us take up the great refrain:
Alleluia!

4 He closed the frowning gates of hell;
the bars from heaven’s high portals fell;
let hymns of praise his triumph tell:
Alleluia!

5 Now by your stripes, our wounded King,
your servants free from death's dread sting,
that we may live in you, and sing
'Alleluia!'

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!