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
Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord
Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes 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
Though the sorrow may last for the night
His joy comes with the morning
I'm trading my sorrows ..........

Wonderful, so wonderful
Is Your unfailing love
Your cross has spoken mercy over me
No eye has seen, no ear has heard
No heart could fully know
How glorious, how beautiful you are!
Beautiful One I love You
Beautiful One I adore
Beautiful One my soul must sing

Powerful, so powerful
Your glory fills the skies
Your mighty works displayed for all to see
The beauty of Your majesty
Awakes my heart to sing
How marvellous, how wonderful You are
Beautiful One I love You
Beautiful One I adore
Beautiful One my soul must sing
My soul, my soul must sing
My soul, my soul must sing
My soul, my soul must sing
Beautiful One

I have found a friend in Jesus,

he's everything to me,
he's the fairest of ten thousand to my
soul;
the Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see
all I need to cleanse and make me fully
whole.
In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's
my stay,
he tells me every care on him to roll.
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the bright and Morning Star,

He all my grief has taken, and all my

sorrows borne;
in temptation he's my strong and mighty
tower;
I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols
torn
from my heart, and now he keeps me by
his power.
Though all the world forsake me,
and Satan tempts me sore,
through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
He's the Lily of the Valley,

He will never, never leave me,

nor yet forsake me here,
while I live by faith and do his blessed
will;
a wall of fire about me, I've nothing now
to fear,
with his manna he my hungry soul shall
fill.
Then sweeping up to glory, to see his
blessed face,
where rivers of delight shall ever roll.

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound

and time shall be no more
And the morning breaks eternal, bright and
fair
When the saved of earth shall gather
Over on the other shore
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be
there!
When the roll, is called up yonder,
When the roll, is called up yonder,
When the roll, is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be
there!

On that bright and cloudless morning when

the dead in Christ shall rise
And the glory of His resurrection share
When His chosen ones shall gather to their
home beyond the skies
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be
there!
When the roll, is called up yonder,
When the roll, is called up yonder,
When the roll, is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be
there!

Let us labour for the Master

From the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and
care;
Then when all of life is over,
And our work on earth is done
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be
there!
When the roll, is called up yonder,
When the roll, is called up yonder,
When the roll, is called up yonder
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be
there!