Lab of Devotees - His Divine Grace

Poem by AC Bhaktivedanta Śrīla Prabhupāda 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 Krishna We fallen soul. Paying most heavy The illusion's toll. Darkness around All untrace, The only hope His Divine Grace. Message of service Thou has brought. A healthful life As Chaitanya 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 Krishna 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