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 chariot 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