HomeCONTENTSHomeJ27.1; E171| The fields from Islington to Marybone,
J27.2; E171| To Primrose Hill and Saint Johns Wood:
J27.3; E171| Were builded over with pillars of gold,
J27.4; E171| And there Jerusalems pillars stood.
J27.5; E171| Her Little-ones ran on the fields
J27.6; E171| The Lamb of God among them seen
J27.7; E171| And fair Jerusalem his Bride:
J27.8; E171| Among the little meadows green.
J27.9; E172| Pancrass & Kentish-town repose
J27.10; E172| Among her golden pillars high:
J27.11; E172| Among her golden arches which
J27.12; E172| Shine upon the starry sky.
J27.13; E172| The Jews-harp-house & the Green Man;
J27.14; E172| The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight:
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J27.16; E172| Shine in Jerusalems pleasant sight.
J27.17; E172| She walks upon our meadows green:
J27.18; E172| The Lamb of God walks by her side:
J27.19; E172| And every English Child is seen,
J27.20; E172| Children of Jesus & his Bride,
J27.21; E172| Forgiving trespasses and sins
J27.22; E172| Lest Babylon with cruel Og,
J27.23; E172| With Moral & Self-righteous Law
J27.24; E172| Should Crucify in Satans Synagogue!
J27.25; E172| What are those golden Builders doing
J27.26; E172| Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington
J27.27; E172| Standing above that mighty Ruin
J27.28; E172| Where Satan the first victory won.
J27.29; E172| Where Albion slept beneath the Fatal Tree
J27.30; E172| And the Druids golden Knife,
J27.31; E172| Rioted in human gore,
J27.32; E172| In Offerings of Human Life
J27.33; E172| They groan'd aloud on London Stone
J27.34; E172| They groand aloud on Tyburns Brook
J27.35; E172| Albion gave his deadly groan,
J27.36; E172| And all the Atlantic Mountains shook
J27.37; E172| Albions Spectre from his Loins
J27.38; E172| Tore forth in all the pomp of War!
J27.39; E172| Satan his name: in flames of fire
J27.40; E172| He stretch'd his Druid Pillars far.
J27.41; E172| Jerusalem fell from Lambeth's Vale,
J27.42; E172| Down thro Poplar & Old Bow;
J27.43; E172| Thro Malden & acros the Sea,
J27.44; E172| In War & howling death & woe.
J27.45; E172| The Rhine was red with human blood:
J27.46; E172| The Danube rolld a purple tide:
J27.47; E172| On the Euphrates Satan stood:
J27.48; E172| And over Asia stretch'd his pride.
J27.49; E173| He witherd up sweet Zions Hill,
J27.50; E173| From every Nation of the Earth:
J27.51; E173| He witherd up Jerusalems Gates,
J27.52; E173| And in a dark Land gave her birth.
J27.53; E173| He witherd up the Human Form,
J27.54; E173| By laws of sacrifice for sin:
J27.55; E173| Till it became a Mortal Worm:
J27.56; E173| But O! translucent all within.
J27.57; E173| The Divine Vision still was seen
J27.58; E173| Still was the Human Form, Divine
J27.59; E173| Weeping in weak & mortal clay
J27.60; E173| O Jesus still the Form was thine.
J27.61; E173| And thine the Human Face & thine
J27.62; E173| The Human Hands & Feet & Breath
J27.63; E173| Entering thro' the Gates of Birth
J27.64; E173| And passing thro' the Gates of Death
J27.65; E173| And O thou Lamb of God, whom I
J27.66; E173| Slew in my dark self-righteous pride:
J27.67; E173| Art thou return'd to Albions Land!
J27.68; E173| And is Jerusalem thy Bride?
J27.69; E173| Come to my arms & never more
J27.70; E173| Depart; but dwell for ever here:
J27.71; E173| Create my Spirit to thy Love:
J27.72; E173| Subdue my Spectre to thy Fear,
J27.73; E173| Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend!
J27.74; E173| In clouds of blood & ruin roll'd:
J27.75; E173| I here reclaim thee as my own
J27.76; E173| My Selfhood! Satan! armd in gold.
J27.77; E173| Is this thy soft Family-Love
J27.78; E173| Thy cruel Patriarchal pride
J27.79; E173| Planting thy Family alone
J27.80; E173| Destroying all the World beside.
J27.81; E173| A mans worst enemies are those
J27.82; E173| Of his own house & family;
J27.83; E173| And he who makes his law a curse,
J27.84; E173| By his own law shall surely die.
J27.85; E173| In my Exchanges every Land
J27.86; E173| Shall walk, & mine in every Land,
J27.87; E173| Mutual shall build Jerusalem:
J27.88; E173| Both heart in heart & hand in hand.
J27prose; E174| If Humility is Christianity; you O Jews are the true
J27prose; E174| Christians; If your tradition that Man contained in his Limbs,
J27prose; E174| all Animals, is True & they were separated from him by cruel
J27prose; E174| Sacrifices: and when compulsory cruel Sacrifices had brought
J27prose; E174| Humanity into a Feminine Tabernacle, in the loins of Abraham &
J27prose; E174| David: the Lamb of God, the Saviour became apparent on Earth as
J27prose; E174| the Prophets had foretold? The Return of Israel is a Return to
J27prose; E174| Mental Sacrifice & War. Take up the Cross O Israel & follow Jesus.
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