Adore, adore ye all
  The happy day
Blessed than heaven,
  Sweeter than May.
When he appeared at Puri
  The holy place,
My Lord and Master
  His Divine Grace.


Oh! my Master
  The evangelic angel.
Give us Thy light,
  Light up Thy candle.
Struggle for existence
  A human race.
The only hope
  His Divine Grace.


Misled we are
  All going astray,
Save us Lord
  Our fervent pray.
Wonder thy ways
  To turn our face
Adore Thy feet
  Your Divine Grace.


Forgotten Krsna
  We fallen souls,
Paying most heavy
  The illusion's toll.
Darkness around
  All untrace.
The only hope
  His Divine Grace.
His Divine Grace Om Visnupada Paramahamsa Parivrajakacarya Astottara-sata
Sri-Srimad Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Gosvami Maharaja Prabhupada

In 1935, His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada wrote the following poem as
a Vyasa-Puja offering to his spiritual master, Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura.

Message of service
  Thou hast brought,
A healthful life
  As Caitanya wrought.
Unknown to all
  It's full of brace.
That's your gift
  Your Divine Grace.


Absolute is sentient
  Thou hast proved
Impersonal calamity
  Thou hast moved.
This gives us a life
  Anew and fresh.
Worship Thy feet
  Your Divine Grace.


Had you not come
  Who had told
The message of Krsna
  Forceful and bold.
That's your right
  You have the mace
Save me a fallen
  Your Divine Grace.


The line of service
  As drawn by you
Is pleasing and healthy
  Like morning dew.
The oldest of all
  But in new dress
Miracle done
  Your Divine Grace.
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