And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon England's mountain green

And was the holy Lamb of God

On Englands'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 spears: o clouds, unfold!

Bring me my chariot of fire

I will not cease from mental fight

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

Till we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land