Ten thousand times ten thousand in sparkling raiment
bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints throng up the steeps
of light;
�Tis finished, all is finished, their fight with death
and sin;
Fling open wide the golden gates, and let the victors
in.
What rush of alleluias fills all the earth and
sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps bespeaks the triumph
nigh!
O day, for which creation and all its tribes were
made;
O joy, for all its former woes a thousandfold repaid!
O then what raptured greetings on Canaan�s happy
shore;
What knitting severed friendships up, where partings
are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, that brimmed with
tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless, nor widows desolate.
Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for
sinners slain;
Fill up the roll of Thine elect, then take Thy power,
and reign;
Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home;
Show in the heaven Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and
Savior, come.
