text_original: Oh ! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes — 414 THE HIGHER LIFE. Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
text_transcription: OH COULD WE MAKE OUR DOUBTS REMOVE THOSE GLOOMY DOUBTS THAT RISE AND SEE THE CANON THAT WE LOVE WITH UNBECLOUDED EYES COULD WE BUT CLIMB WHERE MOSES STOOD AND VIEW THE LANDSCAPE OVER NOT JORDAN STREAM NOR DEATH'S COLD FLOOD SHOULD FRIGHT US FROM THE SHORE
phonemes: ˈoʊ ! kʊd wiː mˌeɪk ˌaʊɚ dˈaʊts ɹᵻmˈuːv, ðoʊz ɡlˈuːmi dˈaʊts ðæt ɹˈaɪz, ænd sˈiː ðə kˈænɑːn ðæt wiː lˈʌv wɪð ʌnbᵻklˈaʊdᵻd ˈaɪz — fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹtiːn ðə hˈaɪɚ lˈaɪf. kʊd wiː bˌʌt klˈaɪm wˌɛɹ mˈoʊsᵻz stˈʊd, ænd vjˈuː ðə lˈændskeɪp ˈɔːɹ, nˌɑːt dʒˈɔːɹdənz stɹˈiːm, nˈɔːɹ dˈɛθz kˈoʊld flˈʌd, ʃˌʊd fɹˈaɪt ˌʌs fɹʌmðə ʃˈɔːɹ.