Phillips, Craig & Dean – Favorite Song Of All (Ukulele)

	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.

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	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.

	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"

	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

	         G
	But when any heart set free, washed and bought by Calvary,

	          A
	begins to sing.

	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
	Halleluia, Holy is the Lamb.  Holy, holy .......(repeat and fade)