Conference

By Hanna Friel Davis

I love to watch the surging crowds
That throng the Temple Square
And scan the myriad faces
That come to Conference there.

From Maine to California,
In pairs and groups they’re seen,
From Canada to Mexico,
And all the states between.

The missionary boys are in
From Islands of the sea,
From European lands as well,
And here they’re sure to be.

The Tabernacle’s filled at nine
And then the Assembly Hall –
And, oh, the crowds, they come, they come;
We cannot count them all.

The organ peals; the choir sings;
The Gospel Flag’s unfurled –
We hear a clarion voice that speaks
To us and all the world.

O, yes, I love to see the crowds
That throng the Temple square
And glory in the message
That calls the people there.

(1940)