Hymn On The Capture Of Mecca
by Amherst D. Tyssen
Ye gates, unfold; strong walls, fall down;
Bow minaret and dome!
The seer, who fled with life proscribed,
Returns as conqueror home.
Ten thousand followers swell his train,
All armed with sword and shield;
His foes have found their forces melt,
And now must humbly yield.
No blood he sheds, no fine exacts,
No prince to prison sends;
Forgives, forgets all injuries past,
Treats enemies as friends.
Oh, hence may we a lesson learn
Sweet tempers to display,
And ne'er resent the varied wrongs
We suffer day by day.
Tho' others call our faith a sin,
And motives bad impute;
May we no angry word reply,
But rest in patience mute.
So shall they see that in our hearts
God's spirit truly lives;
And honour with unfeigned respect
The gentle grace it gives.