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 built here, among those dark Satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold, bring me my arrows of desire

Bring me my spear, oh, clouds unfold, bring me my chariots of fire

I will not cease from metal fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

Till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land