text_original: no FOR THE SWEET DAY'S SAKE. Oh ! take me safe to your arms at last, — I 've lived through the bitter worst ; And the pain and the shame and the wrong are past, That hurt like hunger and thirst.
text_transcription: FOR THE SWEET DAY'S SAKE OH TAKE ME SAFE TO YOUR ARMS AT LAST I'VE LIVED THROUGH THE BITTER WORST AND THE PAIN AND THE SHAME AND THE WRONG ARE PAST THAT HURT LIKE HUNGER AND THIRST
phonemes: nˈoʊ fɚðə swˈiːt dˈeɪz sˈeɪk. ˈoʊ ! tˈeɪk mˌiː sˈeɪf tə jʊɹ ˈɑːɹmz æt lˈæst, — aɪ vˈiː lˈɪvd θɹuː ðə bˈɪɾɚ wˈɜːst ; ænd ðə pˈeɪn ænd ðə ʃˈeɪm ænd ðə ɹˈɔŋ ɑːɹ pˈæst, ðæt hˈɜːt lˈaɪk hˈʌŋɡɚ ænd θˈɜːst.