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
Fill 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!
3 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.
4 Bring near thy great salvation,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain;
Fill up the roll of thine elect,
Then take thy pow'r and reign:
Appear, Desire of nations,
Thine exiles long for home;
Show in the heav'ns thy promised sign;
Thou Prince and Saviour, come.
|First Line:||Ten thousand times ten thousand|
|Title:||Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand|
|Topic:||Cross: of Believer|