The strife is o'er, the battle won,
Now is our victor's triumph won,
O let the song of praise be sung,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

Death's mightiest powers have done their worst,
And Jesus hath His foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joy out-hurst:
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

On the third morn He rose again,
Glorious in majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain:
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.


Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee
From death's dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee:
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

Amen

Words: Anon (18th C?)
Translation: Francis Pott (1832)
Melody: Melchoir Vulpius 1609
Arranged: Henry G. Ley