Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
1. The strife is o'er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor's triumph won;
Now be the song of praise begun:
Alleluia!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
2. Death's mightiest pow'rs have done their worst,
And Jesus has his foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst:
Alleluia!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
3. He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heav'n's high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise his triumph tell:
Alleluia!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
4. On the third morn he rose again,
Glorious in majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain:
Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!