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56
MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.

Thy savour is more precious far[1]
Than sweetest scents of spices are;
The nectar that from thee distils
The bosom with its fragrance fills.

Thou by Thy Cross, O Christ, we pray,
To life's reward direct our way:
Who of old time upon the Tree
Our Ransom didst vouchsafe to be.

The Unbegotten Father's Praise,
And the begotten Son's we raise,
And equal laud and glory be,
Spirit of Both, for aye to Thee!

Amen.




  1. The poet has in his eye the stanza of Fortunatus, not now used, which was given in the note on p. 8.