text_original: 66 SONG And oh, thy Love is as a road To one who waits in deserts of the soul, And sees through Life, whose waves of fever roll, The waking Sorrow in the breast of God.
text_transcription: AND OH THY LOVE IS AS A ROAD TO ONE WHO WAITS IN DESERTS OF THE SOUL AND SEES THROUGH LIFE WHOSE WAVES OF FEVER ROLL THE WAKING SORROW IN THE BREAST OF GOD
phonemes: sˈɪksti sˈɪks sˈɔŋ ænd ˈoʊ, ðˌaɪ lˈʌv ɪz æz ɐ ɹˈoʊd tə wˈʌn hˌuː wˈeɪts ɪn dˈɛzɚts ʌvðə sˈoʊl, ænd sˈiːz θɹuː lˈaɪf, hˌuːz wˈeɪvz ʌv fˈiːvɚ ɹˈoʊl, ðə wˈeɪkɪŋ sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪnðə bɹˈɛst ʌv ɡˈɑːd.