O sing unto the Lord a new song; for he hath done marvellous things.
Finita jam sunt prælia.
ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA!
The strife is o'er, the battle done;
Now is the Victor's triumph won;
Now be the song of praise begun.
Alleluia !
Death's mightiest powers have done their
And JESUS hath His foes dispersed ;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
He closed the yawning gates of hell ;
The bars from heav'n's high portals fell:
Let songs 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.