Ten little Christians, all standing in a line. One disliked the pastor, and then there were nine.
Nine little Christians, stayed up very late. One slept in on Sunday, and then there were eight.
Eight little Christians, on their way to heaven. One took the low road, and then there were seven.
Seven little Christians, chirping like some chicks. One disliked the music, and then there were six.
Six little Christians, seemed very much alive. One lost his interest, and then there were five.
Five little Christians, each busy as a bee. One got her feelings hurt, and then there were three.
Three little Christians, knew not what to do. One joined the sporting crowd, and then there were two.
Two little Christians, our rhyme is nearly done, differed with each other, and then there was one.
One little Christian, can't do much 'tis true, brought his friend to Bible study, and then there were two.
Two earnest Christians, each one won more. That doubled the number, and then there were four.
Four sincere Christians worked early and worked late. Each won another, and then there were eight.
Eight splendid Christians, if they doubled as before, in just a few short weeks we'd have 1,024.
In this little jingle there is a lesson true. You either belong to the building or to the wrecking crew.