text_original: Whate'er without thy aid is wrought, Or skilful deed, or wisest thought, God counts it vain and merely naught. O cleanse us that we sin no more. O'er parched souls thy waters pour; Heal the sad heart that acheth sore.
text_transcription: WHATEVER WITHOUT THY AID IS WROUGHT OR SKILFUL DEED OR WISEST THOUGHT GOD COUNTS IT VAIN AND MERELY NAUGHT O CLEANSE US THAT WE SIN NO MORE OVER PARCHED SOULS THY WATERS POUR HEAL THE SAD HEART THAT ACHETH SORE
phonemes: wˈʌɾɛɹ wɪðˌaʊt ðˌaɪ ˈeɪd ɪz ɹˈɔːt, ɔːɹ skˈɪlfəl dˈiːd, ɔːɹ wˈaɪsɪst θˈɔːt, ɡˈɑːd kˈaʊnts ɪt vˈeɪn ænd mˈɪɹli nˈɔːt. ˈoʊ klˈɛnz ˌʌs ðæt wiː sˈɪn nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. ˈɔːɹ pˈɑːɹtʃt sˈoʊlz ðˌaɪ wˈɔːɾɚz pˈɔːɹ; hˈiːl ðə sˈæd hˈɑːɹt ðæt ˈeɪkθ sˈɔːɹ.