Pierced King, despised and nailed to a tree, sit You on the glorious high throne in our hearts, and may our lives prove that You are Lord over us; by our every thought and desire, and imagination, and word, and act, in every respect being under Your divine control. Your people breathe to You out of their very hearts the prayer that You may reign over us without a rival. O Savior, use for Yourself what You have bought with blood, and drive out the enemy, and let no power have any dominion over us except the power of Your good Spirit which works righteousness and peace.