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

desire
Bring me my spear, O clouds unfold, bring me my chariots 
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