text_original: Again I cast my poor eyes up, and there among the best, I saw all those I loved on earth lay on their Saviour's breast; Something whispered in my ear  repent  it's not too late, And pointing to the abyss below  such is the blasphemer's fate.
text_transcription: AGAIN I CAST MY POOR EYES UP AND THERE AMONG THE BEST I SAW ALL THOSE I LOVED ON EARTH LAY ON THEIR SAVIOUR'S BREAST SOMETHING WHISPERED IN MY EAR REPENT IT'S NOT TOO LATE AND POINTING TO THE ABYSS BELOW SUCH IS THE BLASPHEMER'S FATE
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn aɪ kˈæst maɪ pˈʊɹ ˈaɪz ˈʌp, ænd ðɛɹ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə bˈɛst, aɪ sˈɔː ˈɔːl ðoʊz aɪ lˈʌvd ˌɔn ˈɜːθ lˈeɪ ˌɔn ðɛɹ sˈeɪvjɚz bɹˈɛst; sˈʌmθɪŋ wˈɪspɚd ɪn maɪ ˈɪɹ ɹᵻpˈɛnt ɪts nˌɑːt tˈuː lˈeɪt, ænd pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə ðɪ ɐbˈɪs bᵻlˌoʊ sˈʌtʃ ɪz ðə blæsfˈiːmɚz fˈeɪt.