text_original: ] FROM THE 'POEM OF THE PASSION' [The Death of Our Lord on the Cross] His pain was strong and sharp, so that he could not live, But must yield up his white soul; ever purely had he lived.
text_transcription: FROM THE POEM OF THE PASSION THE DEATH OF OUR LORD ON THE CROSS HIS PAIN WAS STRONG AND SHARP SO THAT HE COULD NOT LIVE BUT MUST YIELD UP HIS WHITE SOUL EVER PURELY HAD HE LIVED
phonemes: ] fɹʌmðə pˈoʊᵻm ʌvðə pˈæʃən [ðə dˈɛθ ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈɔːɹd ɔnðə kɹˈɔs] hɪz pˈeɪn wʌz stɹˈɔŋ ænd ʃˈɑːɹp, sˌoʊ ðæt hiː kʊd nˌɑːt lˈɪv, bˌʌt mˈʌst jˈiːld ˌʌp hɪz wˈaɪt sˈoʊl; ˈɛvɚ pjˈʊɹli hæd hiː lˈɪvd.