text_original: And still before The altar I Exult the bowl Brimful, and cry To you to stoop And drink, Most High. Oh drink me up That I may be Within your cup Like a mystery, Like wine that is still In ecstasy.
text_transcription: AND STILL BEFORE THE ALTAR I EXALT THE BOWL BRIMFUL AND CRY TO YOU TO STOOP AND DRINK MOST HIGH OH DRINK ME UP THAT I MAY BE WITHIN YOUR CUP LIKE A MYSTERY LIKE WINE THAT IS STILL IN ECSTASY
phonemes: ænd stˈɪl bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɔltɚɹ aɪ ɛɡzˈʌlt ðə bˈoʊl bɹˈɪmfəl, ænd kɹˈaɪ tə juː tə stˈuːp ænd dɹˈɪŋk, mˈoʊst hˈaɪ. ˈoʊ dɹˈɪŋk mˌiː ˌʌp ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ biː wɪðˌɪn jʊɹ kˈʌp lˈaɪk ɐ mˈɪstɚɹi, lˈaɪk wˈaɪn ðæt ɪz stˈɪl ɪn ˈɛkstəsi.