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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

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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.

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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.