text_original: who, by thy saintliness And faith that acts itself in daily life, Canst raise me above weakness, and canst bless The hardest thraldom of my earthly strife   I dare not say how much thou art to me Even to myself  and O, far less to thee!
text_transcription: WHO BY THY SAINTNESS AND FAITH THAT ACTS ITSELF IN DAILY LIFE CANST RAISE ME ABOVE WEAKNESS AND CANST BLESS THE HARDEST THRALDOM OF MY EARTHLY STRIFE I DARE NOT SAY HOW MUCH THOU ART TO ME EVEN TO MYSELF AND OH FAR LESS TO THEE
phonemes: hˈuː, baɪ ðˌaɪ sˈeɪntlinəs ænd fˈeɪθ ðæt ˈækts ɪtsˈɛlf ɪn dˈeɪli lˈaɪf, kˈænst ɹˈeɪz mˌiː əbˌʌv wˈiːknəs, ænd kˈænst blˈɛs ðə hˈɑːɹdɪst θɹˈældəm ʌv maɪ ˈɜːθli stɹˈaɪf aɪ dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt sˈeɪ hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt tə mˌiː ˈiːvən tə maɪsˈɛlf ænd ˈoʊ, fˈɑːɹ lˈɛs tə ðˈiː!