Text: Phillips, Craig & Dean. Favorite Song Of All.

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He loves to hear the wind sing
As it whistles through the pines on mountain peaks
He loves to hear the raindrops
As they splash to the ground in a magic melody
He smiles in sweet approval
As the waves crash to the rocks in harmony
Creation joins in unity to sing to Him majestic symphonies

But His favorite song of all is the song of the redeemed
When lost sinners now made clean lift their voices loud and strong
When those purchased by His blood lift to Him a song of love
Nothing more He'd rather hear, nor so pleasing to His ear
As His favorite song of all

He loves to hear the angels as they sing, >Holy, holy is the Lamb<
Heaven's choirs in harmony lift up praises to the great >I Am<
But He lifts His hands for silence when the weakest saved by grace begins to sing
And a million angels listen as a newborn soul sings, >I have been redeemed<
It's not just melodies and harmonies that catches His attention
It's not just clever lines and phrases that causes Him to stop and listen
But when any heart set free, washed and bought by Calvary, begins to sing