And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon these mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God
Here on these pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon these clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem built here
Among these darkened 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 shall not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
Here in this green and pleasant land