Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient times

Walk upon England's mountains green?

And was the holy lamb of God

On England's pleasant pasture's scene?

And did the countenance divine

Shined forth upon our clouded hills

And was Jerusalem built 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 chariot of fire

I will not seize from mental fight

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

Till we have built Jerusalem,

In England's green and pleasant land