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.