The Strife is O'er

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, alleluia, alleluia!

The pow'rs of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legions has dispersed.
Let shouts of holy joy out-burst.

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Lord, by the stripes which wounded you,
From death's sting free your servants too,
That we may live and sing to you.

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!


A Mighty Fortress is Our God

A mighty fortress is our God,
A sword and shield victorious;
He breaks the cruel oppressor's rod
And wins salvation glorious.
The old satanic foe Has swon to workus woe!
With craft and dreadful might
He arms himself to fight.
On earth he has no equal.

No strength of ours can match his might!
We would be lost, rejected.
But now a champion comes to fight, Whom God himself elected.
You ask who this may be?
The Lord of hosts is he!
Christ Jesus, mighty Lord.
God's only Son, adored.
He holds the field victorious.

Though hordes of devils fill the land
All threatening to devour us,
We tremble not, unmoved we stand;
They cannot overpow'r us.
Let this world's tyrant rage;
In battle we'll engage!
His might is doomed to fail;
God's judgment must prevail!
One little word subdues him.

God's Word forever shall abide;
No thanks to foes, who fear it;
For God himself fights by our side
With weapons of the Spirit.
Were they to take our house,
Goods, honor, child, or spouse,
Though life be wrenched away.
They cannot win the day.
The Kingdom's ours forever!


Healer of Our Every Ill

Healer of our ev'ry ill, light of each tomorrow,
give us peace beyound our fear,
and hope beyond our sorrow.

You who know our fears and adness,
grace us with your peace and gladness;
Spirit of all comfort, fill our hearts.

In the pain and joy beholding
how your grace is still unfolding,
give us all your vision, God of love.

Give us stregth to love each other,
eve'ry sister, ev'ry brother;
Spirit of all kindness, be our guide.

You who know each thought and feeling,
teach us all your way of healing;
Spiriti of compassion, fill each heart.

Healer of our ev'ry ill, light of each tomorrow,
give us peace beyound our fear,
and hope beyond our sorrow.


Crown Him with Many Crowns

Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark how the heav'nly anthem drowns
All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of him who died for thee,
And hail him as thy matchless king
Through all eternity.

Crown him the Lord of life -
Who triumped o'er the grave
And rose victorious in the strife
For those he came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died and rose on high,
Who died, eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.

Crown him the Lord of years,
The potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For thou hast died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity.


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