text_original: I love,  but in the world no more, Nor in gay hall, or festal bower; Not the fair forms I prized before,   But him, all beauty, wisdom, power, My Saviour, who has cast a chain On sin and ill, and woe and pain!
text_transcription: I LOVE BUT IN THE WORLD NO MORE NOR IN GAY HALL OR FESTAL BOWER NOR THE FAIR FORMS I PRICED BEFORE BUT HIM ALL BEAUTY WISDOM POWER MY SAVIOUR WHO HAS CAST A CHAIN ON SIN AND ILL AND WOE AND PAIN
phonemes: aɪ lˈʌv,  bˌʌt ɪnðə wˈɜːld nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, nˈɔːɹ ɪn ɡˈeɪ hˈɔːl, ɔːɹ fˈɛstəl bˈaʊɚ; nˌɑːt ðə fˈɛɹ fˈɔːɹmz aɪ pɹˈaɪzd bᵻfˈɔːɹ,   bˌʌt hˌɪm, ˈɔːl bjˈuːɾi, wˈɪzdəm, pˈaʊɚ, maɪ sˈeɪvjɚ, hˌuː hɐz kˈæst ɐ tʃˈeɪn ˌɔn sˈɪn ænd ˈɪl, ænd wˈoʊ ænd pˈeɪn!