text_original: If chiselled stone and molten bronze instil Hopes deeper than the fountains of my tears, And love that hungers for eternity, God, I believe Thou hast some use for me; Leave me no life of dumb and sluggard years, But cut or melt me till I speak Thy will.
text_transcription: IF CHISELLED STONE AND MOLTEN BRONZE INSTIL HOPES DEEPER THAN THE FOUNTAINS OF MY TEARS AND LOVE THAT HUNGERS FOR ETERNITY GOD I BELIEVE THOU HAST SOME USE FOR ME LEAVE ME NO LIFE OF DUMB AND SLUGGARD YEARS BUT CUT OR MELT ME TILL I SPEAK THY WILL
phonemes: ɪf tʃˈɪzəld stˈoʊn ænd mˈoʊltən bɹˈɑːnz ɪnstˈɪl hˈoʊps dˈiːpɚ ðɐn ðə fˈaʊntɪnz ʌv maɪ tˈɪɹz, ænd lˈʌv ðæt hˈʌŋɡɚz fɔːɹ ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi, ɡˈɑːd, aɪ bᵻlˈiːv ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst sˌʌm jˈuːs fɔːɹ mˌiː; lˈiːv mˌiː nˈoʊ lˈaɪf ʌv dˈʌm ænd slˈʌɡɚd jˈɪɹz, bˌʌt kˈʌt ɔːɹ mˈɛlt mˌiː tˈɪl aɪ spˈiːk ðˌaɪ wˈɪl.