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 Saviour, come.
