17, 19.

"There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest; there the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressors.

The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master." Father, I know thy eyes are dim with age and weary with weeping, but look, dear father, yet a little while toward that haven.

Look unto Jesus, "the author and finisher of thy faith," for the moment of thy happy deliverance is at hand.
Mother, dear mother, I know, I feel, mother, the pangs of thy bleeding heart, that thou hast endured, during so many years of vexation.

Thy agonies are by a genuine son-like sympathy mine; I will, I must, I do share daily in those agonies of thine.