text_original: Fount of creative Love Mother of the Word eternal Atoning man with God: Who set thee apart as a garden enclosed From Nature's all producing wilds To rear the richest fruit o' the Life Ever continuing out from Him Urgent since the beginning.
text_transcription: FOND OF CREATIVE LOVE MOTHER OF THE WORD ETERNAL ATONING MAN WITH GOD WHO SET THEE APART AS A GARDEN ENCLOSED FROM NATURE'S ALL PRODUCING WILES TO REAR THE RICHEST FRUIT OF THE LIFE EVER CONTINUING OUT FROM HIM URGENT SINCE THE BEGINNING
phonemes: fˈaʊnt ʌv kɹiːˈeɪɾɪv lˈʌv mˈʌðɚɹ ʌvðə wˈɜːd ɪtˈɜːnəl ɐtˈoʊnɪŋ mˈæn wɪð ɡˈɑːd: hˌuː sˈɛt ðiː ɐpˈɑːɹt æz ɐ ɡˈɑːɹdən ɛŋklˈoʊzd fɹʌm nˈeɪtʃɚz ˈɔːl pɹədˈuːsɪŋ wˈaɪldz tə ɹˈɪɹ ðə ɹˈɪtʃɪst fɹˈuːt ˈoʊ ðə lˈaɪf ˈɛvɚ kəntˈɪnjuːɪŋ ˈaʊt fɹʌm hˌɪm ˈɜːdʒənt sˈɪns ðə bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ.