text_original: God works for all. Ye cannot hem the hope of being free With parallels of latitude, with mountain range or sea. Put golden padlocks on Truth's lips, be callous as ye will, From soul to soul o'er all the world, leaps one electric thrill.
text_transcription: GOD WORKS FOR ALL HE CANNOT HEM THE HOPE OF BEING FREE WITH PARALLELS OF LATITUDE WITH MOUNTAIN RANGE OR SEA PUT GOLDEN PADLOCKS ON TRUTH SLIPS BE CALLOUS AS YOU WILL FROM SOUL TO SOUL OVER ALL THE WORLD LEAPS ONE ELECTRIC THRILL
phonemes: ɡˈɑːd wˈɜːks fɔːɹ ˈɔːl. jiː kænˈɑːt hˈɛm ðə hˈoʊp ʌv bˌiːɪŋ fɹˈiː wɪð pˈæɹəlˌɛlz ʌv lˈæɾɪtˌuːd, wɪð mˈaʊntɪn ɹˈeɪndʒ ɔːɹ sˈiː. pˌʊt ɡˈoʊldən pˈædlɑːks ˌɔn tɹˈuːθz lˈɪps, biː kˈæləs æz jiː wˈɪl, fɹʌm sˈoʊl tə sˈoʊl ˈɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld, lˈiːps wˈʌn ᵻlˈɛktɹɪk θɹˈɪl.