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title: 'On the Birth of a Son to Samuel Davies'
type: post
author: 'R. Andrew Myers'
date: 2020-01-23
url: https://confessional.org/blog/2020-on-the-birth-of-a-son-to-samuel-davies
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# On the Birth of a Son to Samuel Davies

This writer was blessed yesterday by the birth of a son. Mother and baby are doing very well, by the grace of God. The happy occasion brought to mind an extract from a poem by [Samuel Davies](/authors/samuel-davies), which is found in the third volume of his sermons. To God be the glory for blessing families with sweet covenant children!

**ON THE BIRTH OF JOHN ROGERS DAVIES,\*
The Author’s Third Son**

> THOU little wond'rous miniature of man,
> Form'd by unerring Wisdom’s perfect plan;
> Thou little stranger, from eternal night
> Emerging into life’s immortal light;
> Thou heir of worlds unknown, thou candidate
> For an important everlasting state,
> Where this young embryo shall its pow'rs expand,
> Enlarging, rip'ning still, and never stand.
> This glimm'ring spark of being, just now struck
> From nothing by the all-creating Rock,
> To immortality shall flame and burn,
> When suns and stars to native darkness turn;
> Thou shalt the ruins of the worlds survive,
> And through the rounds of endless ages live.
> Now thou art born into an anxious state
> Of dubious trial for thy future fate:
> Now thou art listed in the war of life,
> The prize immense, and O! severe the strife.
> 
> Another birth awaits thee, when the hour
> Arrives that lands thee on th’ eternal shore;
> (And O! ‘tis near, with winged haste ‘twill come,
> Thy cradle rocks toward the neighb'ring tomb);
> Then shall immortals fay, “A son is born,"
> While thee as dead mistaken mortals mourn;
> From glory then to glory thou shalt rise,
> …
> 
> …
> A being now begun, but ne'er to end,
> What boding fears a Father’s heart torment,
> Trembling and anxious for the grand event,
> Lest thy young soul so late by Heav'n bestovr'd,
> Forget her Father, and forget her God!

From Psalm 139:

> **14** I will praise thee; for I am fearfully *and* wonderfully made: marvellous *are* thy works; and *that* my soul knoweth right well.
> 
> **15** My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, *and* curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
> 
> **16** Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all *my members* were written, *which* in continuance were fashioned, when *as yet there was* none of them.
> 
> **17** How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

\* John Rogers Davies was born in 1752 and was named for Davies’ close friend, [John Rodgers](/authors/john-rodgers).