1 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.
2 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!
3 O then what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore;
What meeting there of parted friends
Where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle,
That brimmed with tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.
4 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.
|First Line:||Ten thousand times ten thousand|
|Title:||Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand|
|Author:||Henry Alford (1867; alt.)|
|Meter:||7. 6. 8. 6. D.|
|Topic:||All Saints' Day; Christ: Resurrection; Church, The: Church Triumphant(3 more...)|