Letra de 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 form the dead
All glory to our risen Head: Alleluia!
He closed the yawning gates of hell
The bars from heaven's high portals fell
Let songs of praise His triumphs tell: Alleluia!
Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee
From death's dread sting your servants free
That we may live, and sing to Thee: Alleluia!