Trading my sorrows

I'm trading my shame

I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord

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

Though the sorrow may last for the night

His joy comes with the morning