Lyrics / Letras

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Verse 1:

The strife is o’er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor’s triumph won;
O let the song of praise be sung.
Alleluia!

Verse 2:

Death’s mighty pow’rs have done their worst,
and Jesus hath his foes dispersed.
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
Alleluia!

Verse 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!

Verse 4:

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

Verse 5:

Lord, by the stripes that wounded thee,
from death’s dread sting thy servants free,
that we may live and sing to thee:
Alleluia!