Oh, Thou everywhere and good of all, whatsoever I do remember, I beseech Thee, that I am but dust, but as a vapor sprung from earth, which even Thy smallest breath can scatter. Thou hast given me a soul and laws to govern it; let that fraternal rule which Thou didst first appoint to sway man order me; make me careful to point at Thy glory in all my ways, and where I cannot rightly know Thee, that not only my understanding but my ignorance may honor Thee. Thou art all that can be perfect; thy revelation hath made me happy. Be not angry, O Divine One, O God the most high Creator! If it please Thee, suffer these revealed secrets, Thy gifts alone, not for my praise but to Thy glory, to manifest themselves. I beseech Thee, most gracious God, they may not fall into the hands of ignorant envious persons that cloud these truths to Thy disgrace, saying they are not lawful to be published because what God reveals is to be kept secret. But Rosie Crucian philosophers lay up this secret into the bosom of God, which I have presumed to manifest clearly and plainly. I beseech the Trinity it may be printed as I have written it that the truth may no more be darkened with ambiguous language. Good God, besides Thee nothing is! O stream Thyself into my soul and flow it with Thy grace, illumination and revelation! Make me depend on Thee. Thou delightest that man should account Thee as his king, and not hide what honey of knowledge he hath revealed. I cast myself as an honorer of Thee at Thy feet, and because I cannot be defended by Thee unless I believe after Thy laws, keep me, O my soul's sovereign, in the obedience of Thy will, and that I wound not my conscience with vice and hiding. Thy gifts and graces bestowed upon me, for this I know, will destroy me within, and make Thy illuminating Spirit leave me. I am afraid I have already infinitely swerved from the revelation of the Divine guide which Thou hast commanded to direct me to the truth, and for this I am a sad prostrate and penitent at the foot of Thy throne. I appeal only to the abundance of Thy remissions, O God, my God. I know it is a mysterious mystery beyond the vast soul's apprehension and therefore deep enough for man to rest in safety in. O Thou being of all beings, cause me to work myself to Thee, and into the receiving arms of Thy paternal mercies throw Thyself.

For outward things I thank Thee, and such as I have I give unto others, in the name of the Trinity, freely and faithfully, without hiding anything of what was revealed to me and experienced to be no diabolical delusion or dream, but the adjectamenta of Thy richer graces, the mines and deprivation are both in Thy hands. In what Thou hast given me I am content. Good God, ray Thyself into my soul! Give me but a heat to please Thee, I beg no more than Thou hast given, and that to continue me uncondemnedly and unpittiedly honest. Save me from the devil, lusts, and men, and from those fond dotages of mortality, which would weigh down my soul to lowness and debauchment. Let it be my glory to condemn them. Take me from myself and fill me but with Thee. Sum up Thy blessings in these two, that I may be rightly good and wise, and these, for Thy eternal truth's sake, grant and make grateful.

+Amen+