As with a balance thou didst weigh
The Christ that bore us out of Hell.
6. Fundis aroma cortice,
Vincis sapore nectare,
Iocunda fructu fertili
Plaudis triumpho nobili.
6. Thy wood is all a sweet perfume,
Thou art like nectar very sweet;
Rejoicing in thy fruit thou mak’st
A perfect triumph more complete.