text_original: DEATH. Thy Saviour thou hast grieved sore, But time with thee shall be no more; For when the Lord did thee invite, The ways of sin was thy delight.
text_transcription: DEATH THY SAVIOUR THOU HAST GRIEVED SORE BUT TIME WITH THEE SHALL BE NO MORE FOR WHEN THE LORD DID THEE INVITE THE WAYS OF SIN WAS THY DELIGHT
phonemes: dˈɛθ. ðˌaɪ sˈeɪvjɚ ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst ɡɹˈiːvd sˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt tˈaɪm wɪð ðiː ʃˌæl biː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ; fɔːɹ wɛn ðə lˈɔːɹd dˈɪd ðiː ɪnvˈaɪt, ðə wˈeɪz ʌv sˈɪn wʌz ðˌaɪ dᵻlˈaɪt.