And, like a wall of guardian fire,
Surround the favoured land.
And when the Americans held their great “Thanksgiving Day,” Watts’ hymn, always sung to the venerable old tune of St. Martin’s, was, as Mrs. Stowe tells us, the national hymn of the Puritans.[22]
Let children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old,
Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.
Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn