text_original: "Christ, the great Captain of our Salvation," I re  plied, " gathers you in his arms and pillows your head u]Don his bosom. Am I greater than he? Your good right arm has fought for liberty, and it is an honor to support it, when you are no longer able."
text_transcription: CHRIST THE GREAT CAPTAIN OF OUR SALVATION I REPLIED GATHERS YOU IN HIS ARMS AND PILLOWS YOUR HEAD UPON HIS BOSOM AM I GREATER THAN HE YOUR GOOD RIGHT ARM HAS FOUGHT FOR LIBERTY AND IT IS AN HONOUR TO SUPPORT IT WHEN YOU ARE NO LONGER ABLE
phonemes: "kɹˈaɪst, ðə ɡɹˈeɪt kˈæptɪn ʌv ˌaʊɚ sælvˈeɪʃən," aɪ ɹˌiː plˈaɪd, " ɡˈæðɚz juː ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz ænd pˈɪloʊz jʊɹ hˈɛd jˈuː]dˈɑːn hɪz bˈʊzəm. æm aɪ ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ ðɐn hiː? jʊɹ ɡˈʊd ɹˈaɪt ˈɑːɹm hɐz fˈɔːt fɔːɹ lˈɪbɚɾi, ænd ɪɾ ɪz ɐn ˈɑːnɚ tə səpˈɔːɹt ɪt, wˌɛn juː ɑːɹ nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ˈeɪbəl."