617 Ten thousand times ten thousand,

1 Ten thousand times ten thousand, In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steps 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 high! 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 Canaan's happy shore; What knitings 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 Savior, come!