text_original: Heaven is my guardian; Heaven approves A blameless life, by song made sweet; Come hither, and the fields and groves Their horn shall empty at your feet.
text_transcription: HEAVEN IS MY GUARDIAN HEAVEN APPROVES A BLAMELESS LIFE BY SONG MADE SWEET COME HITHER AND THE FIELDS AND GROVES THEIR HORNS SHALL EMPTY AT YOUR FEET
phonemes: hˈɛvən ɪz maɪ ɡˈɑːɹdiən; hˈɛvən ɐpɹˈuːvz ɐ blˈeɪmləs lˈaɪf, baɪ sˈɔŋ mˌeɪd swˈiːt; kˈʌm hˈɪðɚ, ænd ðə fˈiːldz ænd ɡɹˈoʊvz ðɛɹ hˈɔːɹn ʃˌæl ˈɛmpti æt jʊɹ fˈiːt.