text_original: I know when next the dawn Shall cast its vision through the desert sea And find me not, the sword that I have drawn Shall flash between the twilights, and a word Shall praise what I was not but strove to be, Saying : " Behold the mercy of the Lord."
text_transcription: I KNOW WHEN NEXT THE DAWN SHALL CAST ITS VISION THROUGH THE DESERT SEA AND FIND ME NOT THE SWORD THAT I HAVE DRAWN SHALL FLASH BETWEEN THE TWILIGHTS AND THE WORD SHALL PRAISE WHAT I WAS NOT BUT STROVE TO BE SAYING BEHOLD THE MERCY OF THE LORD
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ wɛn nˈɛkst ðə dˈɔːn ʃˌæl kˈæst ɪts vˈɪʒən θɹuː ðə dˈɛzɚt sˈiː ænd fˈaɪnd mˌiː nˈɑːt, ðə sˈɔːɹd ðæt aɪ hæv dɹˈɔːn ʃˌæl flˈæʃ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə twˈaɪlaɪts, ænd ɐ wˈɜːd ʃˌæl pɹˈeɪz wʌt aɪ wʌz nˌɑːt bˌʌt stɹˈoʊv tə bˈiː, sˈeɪɪŋ : " bᵻhˈoʊld ðə mˈɜːsi ʌvðə lˈɔːɹd."