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And hear the screaming nations cry
"Walk upon England's mountains free"!
And watch the Holy Lamb of God
In England's pleasant pastures sing
And hear the condolence divine
Shine forth upon our lonely hills
And wash our sorrows from every hill
Upon our dark satanic hills
Bring me thy hall of burning gold
Bring me my abbots of Israel
Bring me thy still, our clouds of gold
Bring me thy chalice of love
I will not cease to mention
Nor shall my soul slip in thy hand
Till we are free in Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land