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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; 'Tis finished, all is finished, Their fight with death and sin; Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in.

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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 thousand-fold repaid!

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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.

Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect, Then take Thy power and reigns; Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home; Show in the heav'n Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Saviour, come.