Jerusalem

(Poem by William Blake.  Set to music at some point.  Featured in Chariots of Fire)

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?

And did that countenance divine 

Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

And was Jerusalem builded here

Among our 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

'Til we have built Jerusalem 

In England's green and pleasant land!

(Photo from Chariots of Fire. No copyright infringement intended.)