William Blake - England! awake! awake! awake! lyrics

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of d**h And close her from thy ancient walls? Thy hills and valleys felt her feet Gently upon their bosoms move: Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways: Then was a time of joy and love. 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.