| 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 the countenance divine shine forth upon our clouded hills | |
| and was Jerusalem builded here among those 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 |