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 souls
Paying most heavy The illusion’s toll.
Darkness around All untrace,
The only hope His Divine Grace. |
Forgotten
Krishna We fallen souls
Paying most heavy The illusion’s toll.
Darkness around All untrace,
The only hope His 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. |
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Srila Bhaktisiddhanta
Sarasvati Goswami Maharaja, the spiritual master of His Divine
Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada and foremost scholar
and devotee in the recent age.
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