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(Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity)
TEN thousand times ten thousand, | |
| In sparkling raiment bright, | |
| The armies of the ransom’d saints | |
| Throng up the steeps of light: | |
| ’Tis finish’d—all is finish’d, | 5 |
| Their fight with death and sin; | |
| Fling open wide the golden gates | |
| And let the victors in. | |
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| What rush of Hallelujas | |
| Fills all the earth and sky! | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| A thousand-fold repaid! | |
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| O then what raptured greetings | |
| On Canaan’s happy shore, | |
| What knitting sever’d friendships up, | |
| Where partings are no more! | 20 |
| Then eyes with joy shall sparkle | |
| That brimm’d with tears of late; | |
| Orphans no longer fatherless, | |
| Nor widows desolate. | |
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| Bring near Thy great salvation | 25 |
| 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; | 30 |
| Show in the heavens Thy promised sign; | |
| Thou Prince and Saviour, come! | |
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