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.