England! awake! awake! awake! br Jerusalem thy Sister calls! br Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death br And close her from thy ancient walls? br br Thy hills and valleys felt her feet br Gently upon their bosoms move: br Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways: br Then was a time of joy and love. br br And now the time returns again: br Our souls exult, and London's towers br Receive the Lamb of God to dwell br In England's green and pleasant bowers.