Thy eloquence, O Paul, thy matchless tongue,

With strong persuasion, as with magic’s voice,

From heathen darkness to the paths of light

Led the benighted wanderers, who, like thee,

Through superstition’s gloomy mazes strayed,

Till, Heaven’s effulgence bursting on the view.

To thy astonished and enraptured sight

Revealed the glories of unfading day.

William Bolland.