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.
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
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth:
Make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.
