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|I heard a sound of voices||Patmos (Storer)
|Basic Piano & Organ (CM)||6/F||449.6kb||
|I heard the sound of voices||Gresham
|Ten thousand times ten thousand||Alford
I heard a sound of voices
Around the great white throne,
With harpers harping on their harps
To Him that sat thereon:
Salvation, glory, honor!
I heard the song arise,
As through the courts of Heaven it rolled
In wondrous harmonies.
From every clime and kindred,
And nations from afar,
As serried ranks returning home
In triumph from a war,
I heard the saints upraising,
The myriad hosts among,
In praise of Him who died and lives,
Their one glad triumph song.
I saw the holy city,
The New Jerusalem,
Come down from Heav’n, a bride adorned
With jeweled diadem;
The flood of crystal waters
Flowed down the golden street;
And nations brought their honors there,
And laid them at her feet.
And there no sun was needed,
Nor moon to shine by night,
God’s glory did enlighten all,
The Lamb Himself the Light;
And there His servants serve Him,
And, life’s long battle o’er,
Enthroned with Him, their Savior King,
They reign forevermore.
O great and glorious vision,
The Lamb upon His throne!
O wondrous sight for man to see!
The Savior with His own;
To drink the living waters
And stand upon the shore,
Where neither sorrow, sin nor death
Shall enter ever more.
O Lamb of God who reignest,
Thou bright and morning Star!
Whose glory lightens that new earth
Which now we see from far;
O worthy Judge eternal,
When Thou dost bid us come,
Then open wide the gates of pearl
And call Thy servants home.
Ten thousand times ten thousand
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.