Poem from 1982-1100 and 1200 Nirmala Yoga, Page 30

O Great Mother of us all
O Holiest of holies,
We come to Thee
with bended knee,
with eyes cast to the ground
and hearts awash with Joy.

Blessed are these eyes,
that have gazed upon thy
Perfect Form.
Blessed are these ears,
that have heard the music
of Thy voice.
Blessed is this head,
'pon which Thy gentle and
mighty hand has rested.
Blessed are these feet,
that have walked behind
Thee.
Blessed, blessed, a thousandfold
blessed are we.

With bended knee
we pray to Thee,
Great Mother of us all
that we be worthy
of Thy mercy.

Let us go forth and proclaim
Thy Name,
O Comforter, O Saviour,
O Mother of us all,
that all may know that
Thou art come.

Jerusalem! O fount of hope
and Joy!
With bended knee we come to thee,
O source of our renewal.

Sing Albion the fair!
O holy Land,
'pon whose ground
Sri Adi Shakti Mataji,
Great Mother of us all
has trodden.
Those feet, the fairest
in all the Universe
have touched thy soil,
O Albion,
Rejoice!

The Heart, long slumbering
has now awakened,
rising as the Phoenix from its ashes.
Arise! Arise dear brothers!
Arise sweet sisters!
Unsheath your swords of light!
See, the darkness is receding.
Send forth your heralds
to the four corners of the earth
that all may know
that She is come
The Comforter,
The Redeemer,
The Mother of us all.