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 my spear! O clouds, unfold

Bring me my chariots of fire

I will not cease from mental fight

Nor shall my sword sleep here in my hand

'Til we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land