text_original: Let me keep on, abiding and unfearing Thy will always, Through a long century's ripening fruition Or a short day's ; Thou canst not come too soon ; and I can wait If thou come late.
text_transcription: LET ME KEEP ON ABIDING AND UNFEARING THY WILL ALWAYS THROUGH A LONG CENTURY'S RIPENING FRUITION OR A SHORT DAYS THOU CANST NOT COME TOO SOON AND I CAN WAIT IF THOU COME LATE END OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE
phonemes: lˈɛt mˌiː kˈiːp ˈɔn, ɐbˈaɪdɪŋ ænd ʌnfˈɪɹɪŋ ðˌaɪ wɪl ˈɔːlweɪz, θɹuː ɐ lˈɔŋ sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ɹˈaɪpənɪŋ fɹuːˈɪʃən ɔːɹ ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt dˈeɪz ; ðˈaʊ kˈænst nˌɑːt kˈʌm tˈuː sˈuːn ; ænd aɪ kæn wˈeɪt ɪf ðˈaʊ kˈʌm lˈeɪt.