He loves to hear the wind sing
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as it whistles through the pines and mountain leaves
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And He love to hear the raindrops
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as they splash to the ground in a magic melody
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He smiles in sweet approval
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as the waves crash through the rocks in harmony
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And creation joins in unity
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to sing to Him majestic symphonies
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But His favorite song of all
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Is the song of the redeemed
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When lost sinners now made clean
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Lift their voices loud and strong
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When those purchased by His blood
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Lift to Him a song of love
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There's nothin' more He'd rather hear
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Nor so pleasin' to His ear
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As His favorite song of all
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And He loves to hear the angels
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as they sing, "Holy, holy is the Lamb"
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Heaven's choirs in harmony
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lift up praises to the Great I Am
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But He lifts His hands for silence
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when the weakest saved by grace begins to sing
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And a million angels listen
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as a newborn soul sings, "I've been redeemed!"
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'Cause His favorite song of all
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Is the song of the redeemed
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When lost sinners now made clean
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Lift their voices loud and strong
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When those purchased by His blood
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Lift to Him a song of love
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There's nothin' more He'd rather hear
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Nor so pleasin' to His ear
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As His favorite song of all
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It's not just melodies and harmonies
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That catches His attention
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It's not just clever lines and phrases
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That causes Him to stop and listen
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But when anyone set free,
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Washed and bought by Calvary begins to sing
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That's His favorite song of all
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Is the song of the redeemed
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When lost sinners now made clean
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Lift their voices loud and strong
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When those purchased by His blood
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Lift to Him a song of love
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There's nothin' more He'd rather hear
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Nor so pleasin' to His ear
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As His favorite song of all
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Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb
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Halleluiah, halleluiah
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Favorite Song Of All
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Phillips, Craig & Dean |