Ten thousand times ten thousand |
Henry Alford, 1867
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 hallelujahs | 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.
4. Bring near Thy great salvation, |