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
Chorus 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"
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
Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb Hallelujah, Hallelujah