text_original: 'And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep, Or think on Him who bore thy name, Graze after thee, and weep. For, washed in life's river, My bright mane for ever Shall shine like the gold, As I guard o'er the fold.
text_transcription: AND NOW BESIDE THEE BLEATING LAMB I CAN LIE DOWN AND SLEEP OR THINK ON HIM WHO BORE THY NAME GRAZE AFTER THEE AND WEEP FOR WASHED IN LIFE'S RIVER MY BRIGHT MANE FOR EVER SHALL SHINE LIKE THE GOLD AS I GUARD OVER THE FOLD
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ bᵻsˌaɪd ðˈiː, blˈiːɾɪŋ lˈæm, aɪ kæn lˈaɪ dˌaʊn ænd slˈiːp, ɔːɹ θˈɪŋk ˌɔn hˌɪm hˌuː bˈɔːɹ ðˌaɪ nˈeɪm, ɡɹˈeɪz ˈæftɚ ðˈiː, ænd wˈiːp. fɔːɹ, wˈɑːʃt ɪn lˈaɪfz ɹˈɪvɚ, maɪ bɹˈaɪt mˈeɪn fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ ʃˌæl ʃˈaɪn lˈaɪk ðə ɡˈoʊld, æz aɪ ɡˈɑːɹd ˈɔːɹ ðə fˈoʊld.