Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient times,
Walk upon England's pastures 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 sword 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!
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green and pleasant land!



Credits
Writer(s): Hubert Parry, Neil Richardson, William Blake
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