text_original: Love, O our master, with his heart of flame And eye of fire, dares even to look on thee, For whom the ages lift their gates of gold ; And his glad tongue shall syllable thy name Till time is lost in God's unsounded sea
text_transcription: LOVE O OUR MASTER WITH HIS HEART AFLAME AND I OF FIRE DARES EVEN TO LOOK ON THEE FOR WHOM THE AGES LIFT THEIR GATES OF GOLD AND HIS GLAD TONGUE SHALL SYLLABLE THY NAME TILL TIME IS LOST IN GOD'S UNSOUNDED SEA
phonemes: lˈʌv, ˈoʊ ˌaʊɚ mˈæstɚ, wɪð hɪz hˈɑːɹt ʌv flˈeɪm ænd ˈaɪ ʌv fˈaɪɚ, dˈɛɹz ˈiːvən tə lˈʊk ˌɔn ðˈiː, fɔːɹ hˈuːm ðɪ ˈeɪdʒᵻz lˈɪft ðɛɹ ɡˈeɪts ʌv ɡˈoʊld ; ænd hɪz ɡlˈæd tˈʌŋ ʃˌæl sˈɪləbəl ðˌaɪ nˈeɪm tˈɪl tˈaɪm ɪz lˈɔst ɪn ɡˈɑːdz ʌnsˈaʊndᵻd sˈiː