text_original: Now O my friends, whom I hold dear, I hope you will to God draw near, And do not shed a tear for me; Where Jesus is, there I shall be. My dying words do not forget, But turn before it be too late, And seek the Lord until you find, For Jesus would leave none behind. So, earthly friends, we now must part: Give me your band, and Christ your heart.
text_transcription: NOW O MY FRIENDS WHOM I HOLD DEAR I HOPE YOU WILL TO GOD DRAW NEAR AND DO NOT SHED A TEAR FOR ME WHERE JESUS IS THERE I SHALL BE MY DYING WORDS DO NOT FORGET BUT TURN BEFORE IT BE TOO LATE AND SEEK THE LORD UNTIL YOU FIND FOR JESUS WOULD LEAVE NONE BEHIND SO EARTHLY FRIENDS WE NOW MUST PART GIVE ME YOUR BAND AND CHRIST YOUR HEART
phonemes: nˈaʊ ˈoʊ maɪ fɹˈɛndz, hˈuːm aɪ hˈoʊld dˈɪɹ, aɪ hˈoʊp juː wˈɪltə ɡˈɑːd dɹˈɔː nˈɪɹ, ænd duːnˌɑːt ʃˈɛd ɐ tˈɪɹ fɔːɹ mˌiː; wˌɛɹ dʒˈiːzəs ɪz, ðɛɹ aɪʃˌɐl bˈiː. maɪ dˈaɪɪŋ wˈɜːdz duːnˌɑːt fɚɡˈɛt, bˌʌt tˈɜːn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɪt biː tˈuː lˈeɪt, ænd sˈiːk ðə lˈɔːɹd ʌntˈɪl juː fˈaɪnd, fɔːɹ dʒˈiːzəs wʊd lˈiːv nˈʌn bᵻhˈaɪnd. sˈoʊ, ˈɜːθli fɹˈɛndz, wiː nˈaʊ mˈʌst pˈɑːɹt: ɡˈɪv mˌiː jʊɹ bˈænd, ænd kɹˈaɪst jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt.