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England! awake! awake! awake!England! awake! awake! awake
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death 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.
England! awaken! awaken! awaken! Jerusalem, your sister is calling! Why do you choose to sleep the sleep of death And shut her out from your ancient walls?
Your hills and valleys felt her presence Gently moving upon their bosoms: Your gates witnessed sweet Zion's paths: That was a time of joy and love.
And now that time returns once more: Our souls rejoice, and London's towers Welcome the Lamb of God to reside In England's green and pleasant gardens.