text_original: SINNER. Oh, when that blood extracts the sting, I'll tune my harp and sweetly sing To Him who rose me when I fell, And saved my soul from death and hell.
text_transcription: SINNER O WHEN THAT BLOOD EXTRACTS THE STING I'LL TUNE MY HARP AND SWEETLY SING TO HIM WHO ROSE ME WHEN I FELL AND SAVED MY SOUL FROM DEATH AND HELL
phonemes: sˈɪnɚ. ˈoʊ, wˌɛn ðæt blˈʌd ˈɛkstɹækts ðə stˈɪŋ, aɪl tˈuːn maɪ hˈɑːɹp ænd swˈiːtli sˈɪŋ tə hˌɪm hˌuː ɹˈoʊz mˌiː wɛn aɪ fˈɛl, ænd sˈeɪvd maɪ sˈoʊl fɹʌm dˈɛθ ænd hˈɛl.