|Adoramus te, Christe, et benedicimus tibi. Quia per sanctam
crucem tuam redemisti mundum.
Without beauty, without majesty (we saw
him), no looks to attract our eyes; a thing despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows
and familiar with suffering, a man to make people screen their faces; he was despised and
we took no account of him.
I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me
that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be
even more fruitful. (John 15, 1-2)