Ten thousand times ten thousand in sparkling raiment
The armies of the ransomed saints throng up the steeps
íTis finished, all is finished, their fight with death
Fling open wide the golden gates, and let the victors
What rush of alleluias fills all the earth and
What ringing of a thousand harps bespeaks the triumph
O day, for which creation and all its tribes were
O joy, for all its former woes a thousandfold repaid!
O then what raptured greetings on Canaanís happy
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
Fill up the roll of Thine elect, then take Thy power,
Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home;
Show in the heaven Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and