In light of my previous post, I thought I would also offer Psalm 3. Although I should point out that, so far as I know, I am only highlighting an individual application, still, I thought I would offer that over the years, as I have prayed this during morning prayers, it has seemed imminently applicable to the manifold passions against which we fight.
A Psalm of David. When He Fled from the Face of Abessalom His Son, in the Wilderness.
O Lord, why are they multiplied that afflict me? Many rise up against me.
Many say unto my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
But Thou, O Lord, art my helper, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and He heard me out of His holy mountain.
I laid me down and slept; I awoke, for the Lord will help me.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people that set themselves against me round about.
Arise, O Lord, save me, O my God, for Thou hast smitten all who without cause are mine enemies; the teeth of sinners hast Thou broken.
Salvation is of the Lord, and Thy blessing is upon Thy people.
Let me also offer a prayer rendered from the previous post citing St. John Cassian’s second chapter of book five of the Institutes:
O Lord, guide us by Thy word, and humble the powerful of the earth, that is, those evil passions against which we strive, which exercise their dominion and relentless hold over our mortal bodies. Make them bow, O Lord, before our searching gaze. O man-befriending Master, burst the gates of our ignorance and shatter the bars of vice which exclude us from true knowledge. Lead us to the deepest secrets, and, as the Apostle says, reveal to our enquiry those things which are hidden in darkness, and make known the thoughts of our hearts. Thus may we with clean hearts penetrate the darkness of vice, open it up and bring it out into the light. Enable us, O Lord, to expound the roots and natures of sins, and free us from all unrighteousness. Thus may our minds, according to the Psalmist, pass through the fire of sin which scorches them so sorely, and swiftly plunge on, unscathed, into the waters of virtue which will cool them. Therefore, O Master, sprinkled with holy remedies, may we be found worthy to emerge with purity of heart into the cool repose of Thy holy grace.