1. O God, O You of infinite generosity,
O You of infinite generosity, Your wretched slave calls on You,

2. I plead for Your grace and kindness to open.
O You of infinite generosity, my waiting has been long,

3. I thought to call on You through all people's favors.
By Your praise, O You of infinite generosity, my hopes were not lost

4. In hardship and straits, through a breath of Your mercy.
In my poverty, I could still see

5. Your general grace, O You of infinite generosity, in a breeze.
In the breadth of God’s infinite generosity

6. Is room for easing my affairs and relieving my needs.
Whenever difficulties pressed narrowly on me,

7. Your infinite generosity, O You of infinite generosity, was still manifest.
My hopes grow great though the tribulation is immense,

8. Maybe from You, O You of infinite generosity, deliverance will come.
How often, O You of infinite generosity, have good tidings

9. And congratulations of grace and favor descended on me.
You created souls that in the throes of tribulation

10. Despair, and that is human nature.
Otherwise, my provision is preordained with God,

11. And God’s infinite generosity cannot fail to fill my need.