Ten thousand times ten thousand

531 Alford. 7. 6. 8. 6. D.

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 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.

3 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!
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
                         Henry Alford

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Hymnary.org adds a verse:

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 heavens Thy promised sign;
   Thou Prince and Savior, come.

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