|Text:||Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand|
|Composer:||Frederick Arthur Gore Ouseley|
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 halleluias
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 thousand fold repaid!
3 O 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,
no orphans left without a home,
nor mourners desolate.
4 Bring near your great salvation,
O Lamb for sinners slain;
fill up the roll of your elect,
then take your pow'r and reign!
Appear, Desire of nations,
your exiles long for home;
show in the heav'n your promised sign;
then, Prince and Savior, come.
|First Line:||Ten thousand times ten thousand|
|Title:||Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand|
|Author:||Henry Alford (1867, alt.)|
|Topic:||Martyrs and All Saints; Christian year-All Saints; Church--Triumphant(8 more...)|
|Composer:||Frederick Arthur Gore Ouseley (1867)|