And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pasture seen
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon a clouded hill
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark, satanic mills
Bring me my bow
Oh, bring me my bow
Oh, burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear
Oh, clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
I will not cease
From singing
From mental fight
Nor shall my sword
Sleep in my hand
Till we have built
Jerusalem
In England's green
And pleasant land
Where God is eternal
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