text_original: Ah, Christian, in your watch tower set, Fill all your lamps and trim ; For though there seem no watchers, yet Far in the darkness dim, Where souls are tossing out of view, A hundred eyes are fixed on you
text_transcription: OUR CHRISTIAN IN YOUR WATCH TOWER SET FILL ALL YOUR LAMPS AND TRIM FOR THOUGH THERE SEEM NO WATCHERS YET FAR IN THE DARKNESS DIM WHERE SOULS ARE TOSSING OUT OF YOU A HUNDRED EYES ARE FIXED ON YOU
phonemes: ˈɑː, kɹˈɪstʃən, ɪn jʊɹ wˈɑːtʃ tˈaʊɚ sˈɛt, fˈɪl ˈɔːl jʊɹ lˈæmps ænd tɹˈɪm ; fɔːɹ ðˌoʊ ðɛɹ sˈiːm nˈoʊ wˈɑːtʃɚz, jˈɛt fˈɑːɹ ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs dˈɪm, wˌɛɹ sˈoʊlz ɑːɹ tˈɔsɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv vjˈuː, ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd ˈaɪz ɑːɹ fˈɪkst ˈɔn juː