Favorite song of all Chords by Gaither
Tempo:
90.95 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
C#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
He loves to hear the wind sing as it whistles through the pines on Wasaga Beach.
He loves to hear the raindrops as they splash to the ground in a magic [B] melody.
[A] And he smiles in sweet approval as the waves crash to the rocks in [C#m] harmony.
[F#m] All creation joins in unity to bring to him majestic [B] symphony.
[E] But his favorite [A] song of all is the song [C#m] of Indy.
When lost sinners [B] now make three, lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
When those purges [A] find his blood, lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all.
He loves to hear the angels as they sing, holy, holy is the lamb.
Heaven's choir in harmony lift up the praises [B] to the great I am.
[A] But he lifts his hands for silence when the weakest saved by grace [C#m] begin to speak.
[F#m] And a million angels listen as a newborn soul sings, I have [B] been redeemed.
God, [E] that's his favorite [A] song of all.
It's the song [C#m] of the redeemed.
When lost sinners [B] now make three, lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
When those purges [A] find his blood, lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all.
[A] It's not melodies and harmonies that capture his attention.
[C#m] It's not clearer lines and phrases that cause him to stop and listen.
[F#m] But when many hearts set free, washed and bound by Calvary, [B] begins to sing.
Now that's his favorite song of all.
It's the song of [D#m] the redeemed.
When lost sinners [C#] now make three, lift their voices [F#] loud and strong.
When those purges [B] find his blood, lift to him a [D#m] song of love.
There's nothing more he'd [C#] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [F#] song of all.
Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Sing hallelujah.
[B]
Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Hallelujah.
He loves to hear the wind sing as it whistles through the pines on Wasaga Beach.
He loves to hear the raindrops as they splash to the ground in a magic [B] melody.
[A] And he smiles in sweet approval as the waves crash to the rocks in [C#m] harmony.
[F#m] All creation joins in unity to bring to him majestic [B] symphony.
[E] But his favorite [A] song of all is the song [C#m] of Indy.
When lost sinners [B] now make three, lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
When those purges [A] find his blood, lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all.
He loves to hear the angels as they sing, holy, holy is the lamb.
Heaven's choir in harmony lift up the praises [B] to the great I am.
[A] But he lifts his hands for silence when the weakest saved by grace [C#m] begin to speak.
[F#m] And a million angels listen as a newborn soul sings, I have [B] been redeemed.
God, [E] that's his favorite [A] song of all.
It's the song [C#m] of the redeemed.
When lost sinners [B] now make three, lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
When those purges [A] find his blood, lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all.
[A] It's not melodies and harmonies that capture his attention.
[C#m] It's not clearer lines and phrases that cause him to stop and listen.
[F#m] But when many hearts set free, washed and bound by Calvary, [B] begins to sing.
Now that's his favorite song of all.
It's the song of [D#m] the redeemed.
When lost sinners [C#] now make three, lift their voices [F#] loud and strong.
When those purges [B] find his blood, lift to him a [D#m] song of love.
There's nothing more he'd [C#] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [F#] song of all.
Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Sing hallelujah.
[B]
Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Hallelujah.
Key:
B
E
A
C#m
F#m
B
E
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He loves to hear the wind sing as it whistles through the pines on Wasaga Beach. _ _ _
He loves to hear the raindrops as they splash to the ground in a magic [B] melody. _ _ _ _ _
[A] And he smiles in sweet approval as the waves crash to the rocks in [C#m] harmony. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] All creation joins in unity to bring to him majestic [B] _ symphony.
_ _ [E] But his favorite [A] song of all _ _ is the song [C#m] of Indy.
_ _ _ When lost sinners [B] now make three, _ _ lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
_ _ When those purges [A] find his blood, _ _ lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
_ _ There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all. _ _ _ _
He loves to hear the angels as they sing, holy, holy is the lamb. _ _ _ _ _
Heaven's choir in harmony lift up the praises [B] to the great I am. _ _ _ _
[A] But he lifts his hands for silence when the weakest saved by grace [C#m] begin to speak. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] And a million angels listen as a newborn soul sings, I have [B] been _ redeemed.
God, [E] that's his favorite [A] song of all.
_ _ It's the song [C#m] of the redeemed.
_ _ When lost sinners [B] now make three, _ lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
_ _ When those purges [A] find his blood, _ _ _ lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
_ _ There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all. _ _ _ _
[A] It's not melodies and harmonies that capture his attention.
[C#m] It's not clearer lines and phrases that cause him to stop and listen.
[F#m] But when many hearts set free, washed and bound by Calvary, [B] begins to sing.
_ Now that's his favorite song of all.
_ _ _ It's the song of [D#m] the redeemed.
_ _ When lost sinners [C#] now make three, _ _ lift their voices [F#] loud and strong.
_ _ _ When those purges [B] find his blood, _ _ _ lift to him a [D#m] song of love.
_ There's nothing more he'd [C#] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [F#] song of all. _ _ _ _ _
_ Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Sing _ hallelujah.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Hallelujah. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He loves to hear the wind sing as it whistles through the pines on Wasaga Beach. _ _ _
He loves to hear the raindrops as they splash to the ground in a magic [B] melody. _ _ _ _ _
[A] And he smiles in sweet approval as the waves crash to the rocks in [C#m] harmony. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] All creation joins in unity to bring to him majestic [B] _ symphony.
_ _ [E] But his favorite [A] song of all _ _ is the song [C#m] of Indy.
_ _ _ When lost sinners [B] now make three, _ _ lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
_ _ When those purges [A] find his blood, _ _ lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
_ _ There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all. _ _ _ _
He loves to hear the angels as they sing, holy, holy is the lamb. _ _ _ _ _
Heaven's choir in harmony lift up the praises [B] to the great I am. _ _ _ _
[A] But he lifts his hands for silence when the weakest saved by grace [C#m] begin to speak. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] And a million angels listen as a newborn soul sings, I have [B] been _ redeemed.
God, [E] that's his favorite [A] song of all.
_ _ It's the song [C#m] of the redeemed.
_ _ When lost sinners [B] now make three, _ lift their voices [E] loud and strong.
_ _ When those purges [A] find his blood, _ _ _ lift to him a [C#m] song of love.
_ _ There's nothing more he'd [B] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [E] song of all. _ _ _ _
[A] It's not melodies and harmonies that capture his attention.
[C#m] It's not clearer lines and phrases that cause him to stop and listen.
[F#m] But when many hearts set free, washed and bound by Calvary, [B] begins to sing.
_ Now that's his favorite song of all.
_ _ _ It's the song of [D#m] the redeemed.
_ _ When lost sinners [C#] now make three, _ _ lift their voices [F#] loud and strong.
_ _ _ When those purges [B] find his blood, _ _ _ lift to him a [D#m] song of love.
_ There's nothing more he'd [C#] rather hear, none so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [F#] song of all. _ _ _ _ _
_ Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Sing _ hallelujah.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ Holy, holy, holy is the lamb.
Hallelujah. _ _ _ _ _ _