Chords for The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir: Favorite Song of All

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_ He loves to hear [Bb] the wind sing [Bb] as it whistles through [Eb] the pines on mountain [Bb] peaks. _ _ _
[Ab] And [Eb] he loves to hear the rain drops as they splash to the ground in a magic [Bb] melody. _ _ _ _ _
And [Ab] he smiles in sweet approval as the waves crash to the rocks in their [Cm] harmony. _ _ _ _ _
All [Fm] creation joins with him, sing to him majestic [Bb] symphony.
_ _ _ But his favorite [Ab] song of _ _ all is the song of [Cm] Herbert D.
_ _ _ When lost sinners how [Bb] they plead, _ lift their voices loud [Eb] and strong.
_ _ When those purchased by [Ab] his _ blood, lift to him a song [Cm] of _ love. _
Nothing more he'd [Bb] rather hear than so pleasing to his ear as [Eb] his favorite song of _ _ all.
_ He loves to hear [Ab] the angels [Bb] as they sing the [Ab] holy holy is [Eb] the last.
[Ab] Holy holy, _ [Bb] holy is [Ab] the last.
[Eb] Heaven's choirs [Ab] in harmony [Bb] lift up praises [Ab] to the great [Bb] I Am.
_ _ While _ [Ab] he lifts his head for silence, when the weakest saved by grace [Cm] begins to sing. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] He'll hear an angel listen as a newborn soul sings I have been [Bb] _ _ _ redeemed.
[Eb] That's his favorite [Ab] song of _ all, _ it's the song of [Cm] Herbert D.
_ _ When [C] lost sinners how [Bb] they _ _ plead, lift their voices [Eb] loud and _ strong. _
When those purchased by [Ab] his _ _ blood, lift to him a [Cm] song of love. _ _
Nothing more he'd [Bb] rather hear than so pleasing to his ear as his favorite [Eb] song of all.
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He's [Ab] got just melodies and harmonies that [Eb] capture his attention.
He's [Cm] not just bad at rhymes and phrases, he's got all these things he's got then listen.
[Fm] But when an empty heart set free, watch the blood like Calvary begin [Bb] to sing. _ _ _
[F] That's his favorite [Bb] song of _ all, _ it's the song of [Dm] Herbert D. _ _ _
When lost sinners [C] how they plead, _ _ lift their voices [F] loud and strong. _ _ _
When those purchased [Bb] by his _ _ blood, lift to him a [Dm] song of _ love.
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Nothing more he'd [C] rather hear than so pleasing to his ear [F] as his favorite song of all. _ _ _ _
_ Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy is the Lamb.
Hallelujah. Hallelujah. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Holy, holy, holy, holy is the Lamb.
Hallelujah. _ _ _
Hallelujah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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