Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761

Davies, Samuel (1723-1761)

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, CHIEFLY ON Divine Subjects.

UNCOLLECTED POEMS

[THIS UNCULTIVATED LAND]

[A PRAYER IN TIME OF STORMS]

ELEGIAC VERSES on the lamented Death of the Rev. Mr. Samuel Blair,

[Come, heav'nly pensive Contemplation, come]

The Revd. Mr. Samuel Davies, Minister of the Gospel To the Congregation of Hanover County In the Colony of Virginia.

[SIN THE DESPOILER]

[TRUST NOT BEAUTY]

[THE PIOUS MIND IN A TIME OF STORM]

[TO CHARA]

[“THE WAR OF THE ELEMENTS”]

[A STORM AT SEA]

The different States of Sinners and Saints in the Wreck of Nature.

56.

LVI. National Judgments deprecated, and National Mercies pleaded.

On the same.

[FRONTIER WARFARE]

The Blessing of Hope in Death; or Comfort in a dying Hour earnestly implored.

The universal Call of God to Repentance.

AN HYMN

Self-Examination.

An HYMN

[CHRISTIAN, PREACHER, FRIEND]

The Glories of God in pardoning Sinners.

Christ's Tenderness to the bruised Reed and smoking Flax.

The one Thing needful generally neglected.

Spiritual Want and Misery confessed, and the Communication of spiritual Blessings implored.

Applying for Relief to the All-Sufficiency of Christ.

The holy Spirit invoked, and his purifying and quickening Influences implored.

The Transcendent Excellency of Christ in his Person and Offices, and the Soul desirous to love Him.

Christ most worthy of Esteem, but ungratefully neglected in our World.

Pious Breathings amidst general Wickedness and Desolation.

Self-Dedication at the Table of the Lord.

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POEMS ASCRIBED TO DAVIES

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The Blessing of Hope in Death; or Comfort in a dying Hour earnestly implored.

Proverbs xiv. 32. Long Metre.

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Yes; I must bow my Head and die!
What then can bear my Spirit up?
In Nature's last Extremity
Who can afford one Ray of Hope?

II

Then all created Comforts fail,
And Earth speaks nothing but Despair;
And you, my Friends, must bid Farewel,
And leave your Fellow-Traveller.

III

Yet, Saviour, thine Almighty Pow'r
Ev'n then can sure Support afford,
Ev'n then that Hope shall smile secure,
That's now supported by thy Word.

IV

Searcher of Hearts! O try me now,
Nor let me build upon the Sand;
O teach me now myself to know,
That I may then the Trial stand!

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The Blessing of Hope in Death; or Comfort in a dying Hour earnestly implored.

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