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I'm trading my sorrowsI'm trading my shameI'm laying them downFor the joy of the LordI'm trading my sicknessI'm trading my painI'm laying them downFor the joy of the Lord

We say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes LordYes Lord yes Lord yes yes LordYes Lord yes Lord yes yes LordAmenI am pressed but not crushedPersecuted not abandonedStruck down but not destroyedI am blessed beyond the curseFor His promise will endureThat His joy's gonna be my strength

Though the sorrow may last for the nightHis joy comes with the morning

I'm trading my sorrows ..........Wonderful, so wonderfulIs Your unfailing loveYour cross has spoken mercy over meNo eye has seen, no ear has heardNo heart could fully knowHow glorious, how beautiful you are!

Beautiful One I love YouBeautiful One I adoreBeautiful One my soul must singPowerful, so powerfulYour glory fills the skiesYour mighty works displayed for all to seeThe beauty of Your majestyAwakes my heart to singHow marvellous, how wonderful You are

Beautiful One I love YouBeautiful One I adoreBeautiful One my soul must sing

My soul, my soul must singMy soul, my soul must singMy soul, my soul must sing Beautiful OneI 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's the fairest of ten thousand to my soulHe 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, the bright and Morning Star, he's the fairest of ten thousand to my soulHe 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.

He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, he's the fairest of ten thousand to my soulWhen the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no moreAnd the morning breaks eternal, bright and fairWhen the saved of earth shall gather Over on the other shoreAnd 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 yonderWhen the roll is called up yonder I'll be there! On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall riseAnd the glory of His resurrection shareWhen His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skiesAnd 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 yonderWhen 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 doneAnd 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 yonderWhen the roll is called up yonder I'll be there!