And did those feet in ancient time   Walk upon England's mountain green   And was the holy Lamb of God   In 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 goal   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   Until we have built Jerusalem   In England's green and pleasant land   Until we have built Jerusalem   In England's green and pleasant land