Precious Little, precious few Don't worry 'cause the majority Doesn't think like you You're one in a million But not one of the crowd Yet your whispered opinions Speak so loud Precious Little, precious few Precious Little, precious few Wide is the gate And broad is the way That leads to destruction So many go astray But straight is the gate And narrow the way That lead to life And how will you find it Who are they? Precious Little, precious few Precious Little, precious few The words of the wise Are heard in quiet Moaning the cries of those who Among the few But who will be faithful? Who will be true? At the end of the day Will stand by you? Precious Little, precious few Precious Little, precious few Precious Little