Текст песни Favorite Song of All - Phillips, Craig & Dean

He loves to hear the wind sing as it whistles through the pines and mountain peaks
And He love to hear the raindrops as they splash to the ground in a magic melody
And He smiles in sweet approval as the waves crash through the rocks in their harmonies
All 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
Nothin' more He'd rather hear
Nor so pleasin' to His ear
As His favorite song of all
He loves to hear the angels
As they sing, "Holy, holy is the Lamb" (Holy Holy, Holy is the Lamb)
Heaven's choirs 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 (Ah Ah Ah)
And a million angels listen as a newborn soul sings, "I have 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
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 capture His attention
It's not just 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
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
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.