Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand

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 heav’n Thy pro­mised sign;

Thou Prince and Sav­ior

come.