1 FROM whence these dire portents around,* That strike us with unwonted fear? Why do these earthquakes rock the ground, And threaten our destruction near? Ye prophets smooth, the cause explain, And lull us to repose again. 2 “Or water swelling for a vent, Or air impatient to get free, Or fire within earth’s entrails pent;” Yet all are order’d, Lord, by Thee; The elements obey Thy nod, And nature vindicates her God. 3 The pillars of the earth are Thine, And Thou hast set the world thereon;