Ten thousand times ten thousand

Ten thousand times ten thousand,
In sparkling raiment bright.
The armies of the ransom 'd saints
Throng up the steeps of light:
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'Tis finish'd — all is finish'd,

Their fight with death and sin;
Fling open wide the golden gates
And let the victors in.
What rush of Halleluja
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 thousand-fold repaid!
O then what raptured greetings

On Canaan's happy shore.
What knitting sever'd friendships up.
Where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle
That brimm'd 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 heavens Thy promised sign;
Thou Prince and Saviour, come!