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

We say
Yes, Lord
Yes, Lord
Yes, yes, Lord.

We say
Yes, Lord
Yes, Lord
Yes, yes, Lord.
Amen!

I'm pressed but not [bad word] Persecuted not abandoned [bad word] 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 [bad word] with the morning