NEUOFFENBARUNGTo sing to the Lord while contemplating the great glorious nature on a mountain, in the free endless space hall of God
1. As a little worm from the dust of nothingness exploringly climbs the thorny trunk of a thistle with a really laborious, hesitant move; so have I, sinful wanderer, climbed with great difficulty the mighty trunk and the summit of those great plants of the earth, which do not last like a dayfly from today to tomorrow, which have already defied a thousand and a thousand years.
2. Man well calls these very mighty plants of the earth "mountains"; but I call what flowed from the hand of my God only ‘plants’; for we, as the freest living beings, are ourselves nothing else but plants and branches in the vineyard of the Lord and in the field, where He has sown the wheat in us as the seed for eternal life.
3. So also suns and worlds and mountains are only plants, for whose existence He has scattered the strong seed through all the endless spaces;
4. and has in the same divine way then also safely cared for the matured worlds, and has in the fiery depths of the earth’s first well laid very strong seed full of lifting fire, from which then in times and times of the most fiery storms, the mountains grew out of the smoking ground of the earth.
5. There may have been scenes in the becoming of the giants on this now calmer earth which we inhabit, of never to be described manner, of which the inquiring mind has never dreamed.
6. But greatness and so also non-greatness at the becoming scenes of the things according to our human sense, all this is one in the eyes of the great Originator; for it is the same to Him to create the seed for suns and worlds, like these from which we spy the infusoria arising by the decillions in a dewdrop.
7. And so I am standing here on the top of such a quite old world-plant, and while looking around me at the many first plants of the earth rising up into the ether, I can see their fiery mighty becoming quite vividly in front of my senses.
8. And when I have lost myself deeper into the primeval scenes of the growth of the great plants in my mind and everything becomes so quiet around my listening ear, oh then I cringe in the spirit and pray:
9. "Oh Father! You great, You Holy Father! Hallowed be Your holy name; for it is indeed You who have let germinate there these so mighty mountains as the first growths from Your very
powerful seed full of fire from Your almighty will from the trembling subservient ground of the earth.
10. Oh place also in this my powerless being such a powerful seed full of fire of Your living eternal love, so that also from me, even if under many a raging storm, such firm and lasting fruits may always grow, like these, which stretch there their holy tops up to You as mighty witnesses of Your infinite power, love, wisdom and strength.
11. Oh Father! How glorious and great are all Your works, how great is the delight of that soul, which always well takes care of it;
12. Oh, then, let me always pay attention to it with all my senses, for Your holy works are worthy to be respected at all times and to learn from them, in bliss’ fullest joy, to recognize You, Most Holy Father, ever more and ever more deeply!
13. The angels, the suns, the worlds, the mountains and all creatures praise you; let then also this, my very least praise with the praise of the mountain, on which I now stand praying, ascend to You, oh Holy Father; To you alone be praise, honor and glory eternal! Amen.