What a joy to be dependent What a joy my utter lack That I must follow my good Shepherd His fence and path and rod and staff What a joy to know my limits What a joy to walk by faith I'm a child who is too small My Father must permit my way What a joy to be so needy What a privilege to be poor Since I must pray in every moment And every day I need you more What a joy to be so humbled What a joy to be contrite That I, a sinner, you would welcome And for a sinner you would die What a joy to bear this burden Side by side with friends in Christ To build a city that's eternal To sow and reap what leads to life What a joy to be contented What a joy not fearing death Lord, be praised in every moment I'll trust beyond my final breath © Zander Weather