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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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Bridge: |
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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 |
