The Strife Is O’er

white heart shaped paper cut out

The strife is o’er, the battle done;
the victory of life is won;
the song of triumph has begun:

The pow’rs of death have done their worst,
but Christ their legions hath dispersed;
let shout of holy joy outburst:

The three sad days are quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead;
all glory to our risen Head:

He closed the yawning gates of hell;
the bars of heav’n’s high portals fell;
let hymns of praise His triumph tell.

Lord! by the stripes which wounded Thee,
from death’s dread sting Thy servants free,
that we may live, and sing to Thee:

—Latin hymn, c. 1695
tr. Francis Pott, 1861

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