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 in majestic symphonies



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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 angesls as they sing 

"Holy, holy is the Lamb"

(Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb)

Heaven's choirs sing in harmony 

Lift up praises to the great "I Am"

(Hallelujah, Hallelujah)

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"



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[Bridge:]

It's not just melodies and harmonies 

that catches His attention

It's not clever lines and phrases 

that cause Him to stop and listen

But when any heart set free

Washed and bought by Calvary begins to sing



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Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb

Hallelujah, Hallelujah