Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepareYour souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;Prepare your arms for glorious victory;Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!Prepare, prepare!

We are not bodies with souls, we are souls with bodies.

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 spears 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

And now the time returns again: / Our souls exult, and London's towers / Receive the Lamb of God to dwell / In England's green and pleasant bowers.

God appears, and God is Light,To those poor souls who dwell in Night,But does a human form displayTo those who dwell in realms of day.

When nations grow old, the arts grow cold and commerce settles on every tree.