Ten thousand times ten thousand
In sparkling raiment bright
The armies of the ransome saints
Throng up the steps of light
'Tis finished, all is finished
There 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 tis former woes
A thousandfold repaid!
O then what raptured greetings
On Caman'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
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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 Saviour, come
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