BLAKE’S 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 ?
Shine forth upon our clouded hills ?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Amongst these dark satanic mills ?
Bring me my bow 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
Words : William Blake
Music : Hubert Parry
