A word in season, to him that is weary: via Isaiah.

The spirit of the letter is quickened unto the prophet Isaiah:

"Come down, and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground: there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called tender and delicate. Thou saidst, I shall be a lady for ever: so that thou didst not lay these things to heart, neither did remember the latter end of it. Thou that art given to pleasures, that dwellest carelessly, that sayest in thine heart, I am, and none else beside me; I shall not sit as a widow, neither shall I know the loss of children."

"I will feed them that oppress thee with their own flesh; and the shall become drunken with their own blood, as with sweet wine: and all flesh will know the Lord is the salvation and redemption."

"And to the believer? Where is the bill of they mother's divorcement, whom I have put away? Of which of my creditors have I sold you? For iniquities, you have sold yourselves. When I came was there no man? Was there none to answer? Is my hand shortened that I cannot redeem? With a single rebuke might the sea be dried up, the rivers made wilderness, and the fish stink that there is no water, dying for thirst."

He blotteth out thy transgressions for thy own sake: put Him in remembrance, and thus we'll plead together.

And moreover: even the kings shall be attendant fathers, and their queens wetnurse mothers: they shall bow down to thee with their face to the earth, and lick up the dust of thy feet: and thou shalt know that He is the Lord: for they shall not be ashamed that wait for the Lord.

...I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary. He awakens the day, each day, consistently. He awakens my ear to hear the learned.

Them that sell themselves, have their reward.

Them that pray for the sake of being seen, have their reward.

Them that hold the hand high in donating, have their reward.