text_original: Each hath his mercy, each his certain law. And each his Lord behind the veil of awe; But ponder well the ministry you crave, 49 "THE JPOfHECART'S Lest he be final master, you the slave.
text_transcription: EACH HATH HIS MERCY EACH HIS CERTAIN LAW AND EACH HIS LORD BEHIND THE VEIL OF ALL BUT PONDER WELL THE MINISTRY YOU CRAVE LEST HE BE FINAL MASTER YOU THE SLAVE
phonemes: ˈiːtʃ hæθ hɪz mˈɜːsi, ˈiːtʃ hɪz sˈɜːʔn̩ lˈɔː. ænd ˈiːtʃ hɪz lˈɔːɹd bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə vˈeɪl ʌv ˈɔː; bˌʌt pˈɑːndɚ wˈɛl ðə mˈɪnɪstɹi juː kɹˈeɪv, fˈɔːɹɾi nˈaɪn "ðə dʒˌeɪpˈiː ʌv hˈɛkɑːɹts lˈɛst hiː biː fˈaɪnəl mˈæstɚ, juː ðə slˈeɪv.