text_original: SINNER. In vain, in vain, do I persist, If Heaven commands I can't resist; But spare one night for Jesus' sake, For, oh, my heart is like to break; DEATH. Poor sinner! I know thy heart is broke Yet I must surely give the stroke, For sin hath opened many a grave, Since man to sin became a slave. SINNER. O Death!
text_transcription: SINNER IN VAIN IN VAIN DO I PERSIST IF HEAVEN COMMANDS I CAN'T RESIST BUT SPE ME ONE KNIFE FOR JESUS SAKE FOR O MY HEART IS LIKE TO BREAK DEATH POOR SINNER I KNOW THY HEART IS BROKE YET I MUST SURELY GIVE THE STROKE FOR SIN HATH OPENED MANY A GRAVE SINCE MAN TO SIN BECAME A SLAVE SINNER O DEATH
phonemes: sˈɪnɚ. ɪn vˈeɪn, ɪn vˈeɪn, dˈuː aɪ pɚsˈɪst, ɪf hˈɛvən kəmˈændz aɪ kˈænt ɹᵻzˈɪst; bˌʌt spˈɛɹ wˈʌn nˈaɪt fɔːɹ dʒˈiːzəs sˈeɪk, fɔːɹ, ˈoʊ, maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz lˈaɪk tə bɹˈeɪk; dˈɛθ. pˈʊɹ sˈɪnɚ! aɪ nˈoʊ ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz bɹˈoʊk jˈɛt aɪ mˈʌst ʃˈʊɹli ɡˈɪv ðə stɹˈoʊk, fɔːɹ sˈɪn hæθ ˈoʊpənd mˈɛni ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv, sˈɪns mˈæn tə sˈɪn bɪkˌeɪm ɐ slˈeɪv. sˈɪnɚ. ˈoʊ dˈɛθ!