text_original: In my prayers no worth discerning, Yet on me Thy favor turning, Save me from that endless burning! Give me, when Thy sheep confiding Thou art from the goals dividing. On Thy right a place abiding!
text_transcription: IN MY PRAYERS NO WORTH DISCERNING YET ON ME THY FAVOUR TURNING SAVE ME FROM THAT ENDLESS BURNING GIVE ME WHEN THY SHEEP CONFIDING THOU ART FROM THE GOLDS DIVIDING ON THY RIGHT A PLACE ABIDING
phonemes: ɪn maɪ pɹˈɛɹz nˈoʊ wˈɜːθ dɪsˈɜːnɪŋ, jˈɛt ˌɔn mˌiː ðˌaɪ fˈeɪvɚ tˈɜːnɪŋ, sˈeɪv mˌiː fɹʌm ðæt ˈɛndləs bˈɜːnɪŋ! ɡˈɪv mˌiː, wˌɛn ðˌaɪ ʃˈiːp kənfˈaɪdɪŋ ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt fɹʌmðə ɡˈoʊlz dᵻvˈaɪdɪŋ. ˌɔn ðˌaɪ ɹˈaɪt ɐ plˈeɪs ɐbˈaɪdɪŋ!