|Text:||The strife is o'er, the battle done|
|Tune:||[The strife is o'er, the battle done]|
1 The strife is o'er, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun.
2 The powers of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legions hath dispersed;
Let shout of holy joy outburst.
3 The three sad days are quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead:
All glory to our risen Head!
4 He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars of heaven's high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell!
5 Lord! by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death's dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee
|First Line:||The strife is o'er, the battle done|
|Title:||The strife is o'er, the battle done|
|Translator:||Francis Pott (1859)|
|Topic:||Eastertide; Burial of the Dead|
|Notes:||Tune name in index: VICTORY|
|Name:||[The strife is o'er, the battle done]|