text_original: O Love, thy sovereign aid impart. To save me from low thoughted care; Chase this self will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there. Make me thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may Abba, Father, cry.
text_transcription: O LOVE THY SOVEREIGN AID IMPART TO SAVE ME FROM LOW THOUGHTED CARE CHASE THIS SELF WILL THROUGH ALL MY HEART THROUGH ALL ITS LATENT MAZES THERE MAKE ME THY DUEST CHILD THAT I CEASELESS MAY ABA FATHER CRY
phonemes: ˈoʊ lˈʌv, ðˌaɪ sˈɑːvɚɹˌɪn ˈeɪd ɪmpˈɑːɹt. tə sˈeɪv mˌiː fɹʌm lˈoʊ θˈɔːɾᵻd kˈɛɹ; tʃˈeɪs ðɪs sˈɛlf wɪl θɹuː ˈɔːl maɪ hˈɑːɹt, θɹuː ˈɔːl ɪts lˈeɪtənt mˈeɪzᵻz ðˈɛɹ. mˌeɪk mˌiː ðˌaɪ dˈuːɾiəs tʃˈaɪld, ðæt aɪ sˈiːsləs mˈeɪ ˈæbə, fˈɑːðɚ, kɹˈaɪ.