O Angels Thirteen, O Guardian Angels!
I like your silver trip, I love your Golden Shore.
O Angels Thirteen, O Guardian Angels!
Yours is the heart of oneness deep;
For you our gratitude-core.
You play with death to save the breath of life.
You smash the pride of dark ignorance-knife.
A galaxy of stars is guiding your dream.
In you our Lord’s Satisfaction supreme.

[Dedicated to The Guardian Angels of New York City]