Of the worshipfull syte of the soule which is so nobly create that it myte no better a be made, in which the Trinite joyeth everlastingly; and the soule may have rest in nothing but in God, which sittith therin reuling al things. Sixty-seventh chapter.

And than our Lord opened my gostly eye and shewid me my soule in midds of my herte. I saw the soule so large as it were an endles world and as it were a blisfull kyngdom; and be the conditions I saw therin, I understode that it is a worshipful syte. In the midds of that syte sitts our Lord Jesus, God and man, a faire person and of large stature, heyest bishopp, solemnest kinge, worshipfulliest Lord. And I saw Him clad solemnly, and worshiply He sitteth in the soule even ryte in peace and rest. And the Godhede ruleth and gemeth Hevyn and erth and all that is - sovereyn myte, sovereyn wisedom, and sovereyn goodnes. The place that Jesus takith in our soule, He shal never removen it without end, as to my syte. For in us is His homliest home and His endles wonyng, and in this He shewid the lekyng that He hath of the makyng of manys soule. For as wele as the Fader might make a creature and as wele as the Son couth make a creature, so wele wold the Holy Gost that manys soule were made, and so it was don; and therfore the blissid Trinite enjoyeth withouten end in the makyng of manys soule.

For He saw fro without begynnyng what shuld liken Him without end.

Althing that He hath made shewith His Lordship, as understonding was geven at the same tyme be example of a creature that is to sen gret noblyes and king domes longand to a Lord. And whan it had sen al the noblyth beneathyn, then, merveling, it was sterid to seeke aboven to the hey place where the lord wonnyth, knowing be reason that his dwelling is in the worthyest place. And thus I understode sothly that our soule may never have rest in things that is beneathin itselfe; and whan it cometh aboven all creatures into the selfe, yet may it not abyden in the beholdyng of itselfe, but all the beholding is blisfully sett in God that is the makar wonand therinn. For in manys soule is his very wonyng. And the heyest lyte and the brightest shynyng of the cite is the glorious love of our Lord, as to my syte. And what may maken us more to enjoyen in God than to sen in Hym that He enjoyeth heghest of al his werkes? For I saw in the same shewing that if the blisfull Trinite myte have made manys soule ony better, ony fairer, ony noblyer than it was made, He shuld not have be full plesid with the makyng of manys soule. And He will that our herts ben mytyly reysid above the depeness of the erth and al vayne sorows, and enjoyen in Him.