Common Tune

Hymn

The Strife Is O'er, the Battle Done

VICTORY · 8.8.8 with Alleluias · words from Latin, anonymous · music Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina

The Strife Is O'er, the Battle Done Al lu le ia, ia. le Al Refrain lu Al lu le ia, ed of a their tle hell; Thee, gain worst, done; wound gates done rose that pow'rs strife closed 5. Lord, 4. the third bat is He by 3. On 2. The 1. The Verse of He have the ing the which death o'er, yawn stripes morn vants tals to dis is free, fell; reign; persed; won; ser por ty foes Lord From The In And The death's bars glor Je tri umph Thy high es His the sus ious from dread heav'n's maj hath of sting lu le lu lu lu le le lu Al le le Al Al Al Al ia! ia! ia! ia! ia! the may of us of we songs live, joy swell praise song let shouts let That Let O Let O to umphs ful out be tell. Thee. strain. burst. sung. joy joy praise and His the and of sing tri Latin, anonymous VICTORY 8.8.8 with Alleluias Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina
The Strife Is O'er, the Battle Done Al lu le ia, ia. le Al Refrain lu Al lu le ia, ty Lord por ser vants foes Je is dis to tals sus ious from dread umph glor bars death's the His es high Thy of hath maj heav'n's sting won; persed; reign; fell; free, death o'er, morn yawn stripes the is of third the have He ing which the tri Verse closed strife pow'rs that by Lord, The 1. The 2. On 3. He 4. 5. hell; done; worst, gain Thee, In The And The From wound gates rose done bat of ed a their tle lu le lu lu lu le le lu Al le le Al Al Al Al ia! ia! ia! ia! ia! the may of us of we songs live, joy swell praise song let shouts let That Let O Let O to umphs ful out be tell. Thee. strain. burst. sung. joy joy praise and His the and of sing tri Latin, anonymous VICTORY 8.8.8 with Alleluias Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina

1.The strife is o'er, the battle done;
The triumph of the Lord is won;
O let the song of praise be sung.
Alleluia!

2.The pow'rs of death have done their worst,
And Jesus hath His foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
Alleluia!

3.On that third morn He rose again
In glorious majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain.
Alleluia!

4.He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heav'n's high portals fell;
Let songs of joy His triumphs tell.
Alleluia!

5.Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death's dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee.
Alleluia!

RefrainAlleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Download Public domain (CC0 on everything generated). PDF · MIDI · LilyPond source (engrave it yourself — pairs with the music fonts).