Cords of Love

How blest are the souls,
who walk in pure Wisdom,
whose feet are well planted,
in virtues fair soil,
who cheerfully work,
in Mother’s pure garden,
and for her Rich Blessings
do willingly toil.

Such, such shall dwell
in glorious Mansions,
yea, soar in bright glory above,
there, there, sing forever
yea, ever, and ever,
encircled with cords
of the purest love.