1. Though the hands of fate have torn us asunder
The generosity of my father, conqueror of the heights, shall reunite us

2. He is the mighty king, the generous cloud, the righteous
Whose oceans of bounty are all divine law

3. He gives generously without counting the gift
As though his gifts were a trust in his possession

4. He lets the ambitious reach for what they desire
And the grasping hands marvel at his liberality