Favorite Song Of All

He loves to hear the wind sing

as it whistles through the pines and mountain leaves

And He love to hear the raindrops

as they splash to the ground in a magic melody

He smiles in sweet approval

as the waves crash through the rocks in harmony

And 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

There's nothin' more He'd rather hear

Nor so pleasin' to His ear

As His favorite song of all

And 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've been redeemed!"

'Cause 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

There's nothin' more He'd rather hear

Nor so pleasin' to His ear

As His favorite song of all

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 anyone set free,

Washed and bought by Calvary begins to sing

That's 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

There's nothin' more He'd rather hear

Nor so pleasin' to His ear

As His favorite song of all

Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb

Halleluiah, halleluiah