text_original: It was your own Self saving you, Your Self no man has ever known, Looking on flesh and blood alone. That Self that lives so close to God As roots that feed upon the sod.
text_transcription: IT WAS YOUR OWN SELF SAVING YOU YOURSELF NO MAN HAS EVER KNOWN LOOKING ON FLESH AND BLOOD ALONE THAT SELF THAT LIVES SO CLOSE TO GOD AS ROOTS THAT FEED UPON THE SOD
phonemes: ɪt wʌz jʊɹ ˈoʊn sˈɛlf sˈeɪvɪŋ juː, jʊɹ sˈɛlf nˈoʊ mˈæn hɐz ˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn, lˈʊkɪŋ ˌɔn flˈɛʃ ænd blˈʌd ɐlˈoʊn. ðæt sˈɛlf ðæt lˈɪvz sˌoʊ klˈoʊs tə ɡˈɑːd æz ɹˈuːts ðæt fˈiːd əpˌɑːn ðə sˈɑːd.