text_original: 365 I may not know; my God, no hand revealeth Thy counsels wise; Along the path a deepening shadow stealeth, No voice replies To all my questioning thought, the time to tell; And it is well.
text_transcription: I MAY NOT KNOW MY GOD NO HAND REVEALETH THY COUNSELS WISE ALONG THE PATH A DEEPENING SHADOW STEALETH NO VOICE REPLIES TO ALL MY QUESTIONING THOUGHT THE TIME TO TELL AND IT IS WELL
phonemes: θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti fˈaɪv aɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt nˈoʊ; maɪ ɡˈɑːd, nˈoʊ hˈænd ɹᵻvˈiːləθ ðˌaɪ kˈaʊnsəlz wˈaɪz; ɐlˈɔŋ ðə pˈæθ ɐ dˈiːpənɪŋ ʃˈædoʊ stˈiːləθ, nˈoʊ vˈɔɪs ɹᵻplˈaɪz tʊ ˈɔːl maɪ kwˈɛstʃənɪŋ θˈɔːt, ðə tˈaɪm tə tˈɛl; ænd ɪɾ ɪz wˈɛl.