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

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

Verse
	D                                  G                        D
	He love to hear the angels as they sing, "Holy, holy is the Lamb"
	D
	(Holy holy, holy is the Lamb)
	D                          G                               A
	Heaven's choirs in harmony lift up praises to the great "I AM"
	A
	(Alleluia, Alleluia)
	       G
	But He lifts His hands for silence when the weakest saved by grace
	         Bm
	begin to sing.  (Ah Ah Ah)
	      G
	And a million angels listen as a newborn soul sing,
	               A
	"I have been redeemed"

Interlude
	D             G
	It's not just melodies and harmonies that catches His attention
	              Bm
	It's not just clever lines and phrases that causes Him to stop

	and listen
	         G
	But when any heart set free, washed and bought by Calvary,
	          A
	begins to sing.

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