Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time walk upon England's

mountains green

and was the holy Lamb of God on England's pleasant

pastures seen

and did the countenance divine shine forth upon our

clouded hills

and was Jerusalem builded here among those dark satanic

mills

Bring me my bow of burning gold, bring me my arrows of

desire

Bring me my spear, O clouds unfold, bring me my chariots

of fire

I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword

sleep in my hand

'til we have built Jerusalem in England's green and

pleasant land