The strife is o'er, the battle done; Now is the Victor's triumph won: O let the song of praise be sung, Hallelujah. Death's mightiest powers have done their worst, and Jesus hath His foes dispersed; Let shouts of praise and joyout-burst. Hallelujah. On the third morn He rose again, Glorious in majesty to reign: O let us swell the joyful strain, 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.