I'm 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
I'm 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 is going
To be my strength
Though my sorrows
may last for the night
His joy comes with the morning