And did those feet in ancient timenWalk upon England's mountains green?nAnd was the holy Lamb of GodnOn England's pleasant pastures seen?nnAnd did the countenance divinenShine forth upon our clouded hills?nAnd was Jerusalem builded herenAmong those dark Satanic mills?nnBring me my bow of burning goldnBring me my arrows of desirenBring me my spear! Oh, clouds unfold!nBring me my chariot of firenI will not cease from mental fightnNor shall my sword sleep in my handnTil we have built JerusalemnIn England's green and pleasant land!