Text: | The strife is o'er, the battle done |
Translator: | Francis Pott (1832-1909) |
1 The strife is o’er, the battle done;
Now is the victor’s triumph won;
Now be the song of praise begun:
Alleluia!
2 The powers of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legions hath dispersed:
Let shouts of holy joy outburst,
Alleluia!
3 The three sad days have quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead:
All glory to our risen head!
Alleluia!
4 He closed the yawning gates of Hell;
The bars from Heaven’s high portals fell:
Let hymns of praise his triumphs tell.
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!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The strife is o'er, the battle done |
Translator: | Francis Pott (1832-1909) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The Lord Jesus Christ: Resurrection and ascension |
Source: | Symphonia Sirenum Selectarum (1695) |