Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon England's mountain green

And was the holy Lamb of God

In 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 goal

Bring me my Arrows of desire

Bring me my Spear: O Clouds unfold!

Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight

Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand

Until we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land

Until we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land