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

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

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

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

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

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