And did God’s feet in ancient time
walk upon this earth’s golden sands?
And was the holy Word of God
nurtured in Mary’s gentle hands?
And did the Lord of Heaven divine
give up his throne to pass this way?
And did Jerusalem’s garden tomb
bear forth new resurrection day?
Lord, break your bread, and share your life!
Pour out the blood of cleansing love!
Break through the walls of sin and strife!
Unleash the floodgates from above!
And then return, in light supreme -
the shining glory of your grace;
Come, build a New Jerusalem,
and heal this broken, worn-out place.
Words: © Andrew T. Murphy 2011
William Blake’s original version:
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountain 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 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,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.