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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:
J27.15; E172|
The fields of Cows by Willans farm: t275
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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