text_original: Saviour, when in dust to Thee Low we bend the adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,   O, by all Thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany!
text_transcription: SAVIOUR WHEN IN DUST TO THEE LO WE BEND THE ADORING KNEE WHEN REPENTANT TO THE SKIES SCARCE WE LIFT OUR WEEPING EYES O BY ALL THY PAINS AND WOE SUFFERED ONCE FOR MAN BELOW BENDING FROM THY THRONE ON HIGH HEAR OUR SOLEMN LITANY
phonemes: sˈeɪvjɚ, wˌɛn ɪn dˈʌst tə ðiː lˈoʊ wiː bˈɛnd ðɪ ɐdˈɔːɹɪŋ nˈiː; wˌɛn, ɹᵻpˈɛntənt, tə ðə skˈaɪz skˈɛɹs wiː lˈɪft ˌaʊɚ wˈiːpɪŋ ˈaɪz,   ˈoʊ, baɪ ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ pˈeɪnz ænd wˈoʊ sˈʌfɚd wˈʌns fɔːɹ mˈæn bᵻlˈoʊ, bˈɛndɪŋ fɹʌm ðˌaɪ θɹˈoʊn ˌɔn hˈaɪ, hˈɪɹ ˌaʊɚ sˈɑːləm lˈɪtəni!