He (Eb)loves to hear the wind (Ab)sing as it (Bb)whis tles through the pines on moun tain (Eb)peaks,

and He loves to hear the rain (Ab)drops as they (Fm)splash to the ground in a mag ic mel o dy.

He (Ab)smiles in sweet ap prov al as the waves crash to the rocks in har mo ny.

Cre a tion joins in u ni ty as to sing to Him ma jes tic sym pho nies.

But His fav ’rite (Gm7)song of (Ab)all

is the song of the re deemed

when lost sin ners now made clean

lift their voic es loud and (Eb)strong;

when those pur chased by His blood

lift to Him a song of love.

There’s ing more He’d rath er hear, nor so pleas ing to His ear as His fav ’rite song of all.

And He (Eb)loves to hear the an (Ab)gels as they (Bb)sing, tles through ly, ho ly is the (Eb)Lamb.”

and He Heav en’s choirs in har (Ab)ny as they (Fm)lift up the prais in es to the great “I Am.”

But (Ab)lifts His sweet for si lence when the weak est to by grace be gins to sing,

and a lion an gels lis ni ten as a new born soul sings, “I have been re deemed.”

’Cause His fav ’rite (Gm7)song of (Ab)all

is the song of the re deemed

when lost sin ners now made clean

lift their voic es loud and (Eb)strong;

when those pur chased by His blood

lift to Him a song of love.

There’s ing more He’d rath er hear, nor so pleas ing to His ear as His fav ’rite song of all.

And He of all.

It’s not just (Ab)mel o dies and har mo nies that catch es His at ten tion.

It’s not just (Cm7)clev er lines and phras es that caus es Him to stop and lis ten but when (Fm7)an y heart set free, washed and bought by Cal va ry, be gins to sing.

That’s His fav ’rite song of all

is the song of the re deemed

when lost sin ners now made clean

lift their voic es loud and (F)strong;

when those pur chased by His blood

lift to Him a song of love.

There’s ing more He’d rath er hear, nor so pleas ing to His ear as His fav ’rite song of all.

Ho ly, ho ly, ho ly is the Lamb.

Hal le lu jah, hal le lu jah.

Ho ly, ho ly, ho ly is the Lamb.

Hal le lu jah, hal le lu jah.