In our lovely Deseret, Where the Saints of God have met, There’s a multitude of children all around. They are generous and brave; They have precious souls to save; They must listen and obey the gospel’s sound. [Chorus] Hark! Hark! Hark! ’tis children’s music— Children’s voices, oh, how sweet, When in innocence and love, Like the angels up above, They with happy hearts and cheerful faces meet.
