Verse 1
With what indifferent carelesnes
He speaks of his expiring God,
Who died for him, and all our race,
And bought our pardon with his blood!
Is it a trivial question then,
If Jesus is gone up on high?
Unless our Surety lives again,
Festus and all mankind must die.
Verse 2
The rich and great of Festus learn
That Jesus slightingly to name;
They in his death have no concern,
No ben’fit from his life they claim:
Alas, they will not now believe
That every knee to Him shall bend,
And from his mouth their doom receive
To joys or pains that never end!