Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
The strife is o'er, the battle done; Now is the victor's triumph won; Now be the song of praise begun. Alleluia!
Death's mightiest pow'rs have done their worst, And Jesus has his foes dispersed; Let shouts of praise and joy outburst. Alleluia!
On the third morn he rose again Glorious in majesty to reign; Oh, let us swell the joyful strain! Alleluia!
He closed the yawning gates of hell; The bars from heav'n's high portals fell. Let songs of praise his triumph tell. Alleluia!
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!













