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.

Refrain:
Ten thousand times ten thousand,
In sparkling raiment bright,
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 his triumph nigh!
O day for which creation
And all its tribes were made!
O joy for all its former woes
A thousand fold repaid. [Refrain]

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,
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate. [Refrain]