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 hallelujahs

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 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 reigns;

Appear, Desire of nations,-

Thine exiles long for home;

Show in the heav’n Thy promised sign;

Thou Prince and Saviour, come.