Ten thousand times ten thousand 

		

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				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	What rush of hallelujahs 
	Fills all the earth and sky! 
	What ringing of a thousand harps 
	Bespeaks the triumph nigh! 
	Oh, day, for which creation 
	And all its tribes were made; 
	Oh,  joy, for all its former woes 
	A thousandfold repaid! 

3	Oh,  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 power, and reign; 
	Appear, Desire of nations, 
	Thine exiles long for home; 
	Show in the heaven Thy promised sign; 
	Thou Prince and Saviour, come.

			H.	Alford