I…heard the voice of many angels…ten thousand times ten thousand.@Revelation 5:11
John B. Dykes (1823-1876)

Hen­ry Al­ford, Year of Praise, 1867 (vers­es 1-3) and The Lord’s Pray­er Il­lus­trat­ed, 1870 (verse 4).

The glor­ies of the fin­al re­sur­rect­ion day per­haps have no­where else been so tri­umph­ant­ly sung as in this hymn. Most of our songs are for the saints mil­i­tant; this is for the saints tri­umph­ant. The vic­to­ry of the re­deemed is well de­scribed here by the great Eng­lish the­o­lo­gian. It is not ea­sy for a Chris­tian be­liev­er to read these lines with­out feel­ing a quick­en­ing heart­beat in an­ti­ci­pa­tion of the glor­ies that are to be re­vealed in the re­sur­rec­tion…It was sung at the au­thor’s bur­i­al, out in the church­yard, af­ter the sol­emn ob­se­quies had been con­clud­ed in the ca­thed­ral where he had so oft­en preached.

Nutter, p. 323

Al­ford, John B. Dykes, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1875 (MIDI, NWC, PDF).

Henry Alford (1810-1871)

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.

What rush of alleluias 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 thousandfold repaid!

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 reign;
Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home;
Show in the heaven Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Savior, come.