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TEN thousand times ten thousand,
   In sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints
    Throng up the steeps of light:
íTis finished, all is finished,
    Their fight with death and sin;
Fling open wide the heavenly 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!
O day, for which creation
    And all its tribes were made!
O joy, for all its former woes
    A thousandfold repaid!
3  O then what raptured greetings
    On Canaanís 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 heavens Thy promised sign
    Thou Prince and Saviour, come!
Henry Alford, 1810-71