text_original: Sorrow and death were mine that day, But the Grace of God came in to stay; The Grace of God that spread its wings Over all sad and pitiful things.
text_transcription: SORROW AND DEATH WERE MINE THAT DAY BUT THE GRACE OF GOD CAME IN TO STAY THE GRACE OF GOD THAT SPREAD ITS WINGS OVER ALL SAD AND PITIFUL THINGS
phonemes: sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd dˈɛθ wɜː mˈaɪn ðæt dˈeɪ, bˌʌt ðə ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv ɡˈɑːd kˈeɪm ɪn tə stˈeɪ; ðə ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv ɡˈɑːd ðæt spɹˈɛd ɪts wˈɪŋz ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈɔːl sˈæd ænd pˈɪɾifəl θˈɪŋz.