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 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 reign!

Appear, Desire of nations!

Thine exiles long for home:

Show in the heavens thy promised sign!

Thou Prince and Savior, come!

Amen.