I'm trading my sorrow;
I'm trading my shame.
I'm laying them down
For the joy of the Lord.
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, yes, Lord.
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, yes, Lord.
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, yes, Lord,
Amen!
I'm trading my sickness;
I'm trading my pain.
I'm laying them down
For the joy of the Lord.
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, yes, Lord.
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, yes, Lord.
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, yes, Lord,
Amen!
I am pressed but not crushed,
Persecuted, not abandoned,
Struck down but not destroyed,
I am blessed beyond the curse,
For His promise will endure,
That His joy's gonna be my strength.
Thou the sorrow may last for a night,
His joy comes in the morning.
