And did the sweet religion's time Walk upon England's mountains green, And was the holy Lamb of God Born in England's pleasant pastures sweet? And did the countenance divine Shine for the born of God it gives, And was Jerusalem lifted in Among God's dark satanic graves? Bring me my bow, O burning bow, Bring me my arrows, O dear star, Bring me my spear, O clouds unfurled, Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from them to fight, Nor shall my sword sting in their eye, Till the unleashing of the Lamb In England's green and pleasant pastures. Thank you for watching!
