The Strife is O’er

The strife is o’er, the battle done; The victory of life is won; The song of triumph has begun. Alleluia! The powers of death have done their worst, But Christ their legions has dispersed; Let shouts of holy joy outburst. Alleluia! The three sad days are quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead; All glory to our risen Head. Alleluia! He closed the yawning gates of hell; The bars from heavens high portals fell; Let hymns of praise His triumph tell. Alleluia! War