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 The 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 souls,
Paying most heavy, the illusion’s toll.
Darkness around all untrace,
The only hope, His Divine Grace.

Message of service thou hast 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

Poem by Srila Prabhupada offered to his Spiritual Master
and published in The Harmonist, 1936