Ten thousand times ten thousand, In sparkling raiment bring,
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 hallelujahs Fills all the earth and sky!
The ringing of thousand harps Proclaims the triumph high.
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 friendship Where Death partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy will 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!