text_original: And so I do not dare to pray For winds to waft me on my way, But leave it to a Higher Will To stay or speed me; trusting still That all is well, and sure that He Who launched my bark will sail with me Through storm and calm, and will not fail, Whatever breezes may prevail, To land me, every peril past, Within his sheltering heaven at last.
text_transcription: AND SO I DO NOT DARE TO PRAY FOR WINDS TO WAFT ME ON MY WAY BUT LEAVE IT TO A HIGHER WILL TO STAY OR SPEED ME TRUSTING STILL THAT ALL IS WELL AND SURE THAT HE WHO LAUNCHED MY BARK WILL SAIL WITH ME THROUGH STORM AND CALM AND WILL NOT FAIL WHATEVER BREEZES MAY PREVAIL TO LAND ME EVERY PERIL PAST WITHIN HIS SHELTERING HEAVEN AT LAST
phonemes: ænd sˌoʊ aɪ duːnˌɑːt dˈɛɹ tə pɹˈeɪ fɔːɹ wˈɪndz tə wˈæft mˌiː ˌɔn maɪ wˈeɪ, bˌʌt lˈiːv ɪt tʊ ɐ hˈaɪɚ wˈɪltə stˈeɪ ɔːɹ spˈiːd mˌiː; tɹˈʌstɪŋ stˈɪl ðæt ˈɔːl ɪz wˈɛl, ænd ʃˈʊɹ ðæt hiː hˌuː lˈɑːntʃt maɪ bˈɑːɹk wɪl sˈeɪl wɪð mˌiː θɹuː stˈɔːɹm ænd kˈɑːm, ænd wɪl nˌɑːt fˈeɪl, wʌtˈɛvɚ bɹˈiːzᵻz mˈeɪ pɹɪvˈeɪl, tə lˈænd mˌiː, ˈɛvɹi pˈɛɹəl pˈæst, wɪðˌɪn hɪz ʃˈɛltɚɹɪŋ hˈɛvən æt lˈæst.