text_original: In the long night, the still night, He kneels upon the sod; And the brutal guards withhold E'en the solemn word of God! In the long night, the still night, He walks where Christ hath trod.
text_transcription: IN THE LONG NIGHT THE STILL NIGHT HE KNEELS UPON THE SOD AND THE BRUTAL GUARDS WITHHOLD E'EN THE SOLEMN WORD OF GOD IN THE LONG NIGHT OF THE STILL NIGHT HE WALKS WHERE CHRIST HATH TROD
phonemes: ɪnðə lˈɔŋ nˈaɪt, ðə stˈɪl nˈaɪt, hiː nˈiːlz əpˌɑːn ðə sˈɑːd; ænd ðə bɹˈuːɾəl ɡˈɑːɹdz wɪðhˈoʊld ˈɛən ðə sˈɑːləm wˈɜːd ʌv ɡˈɑːd! ɪnðə lˈɔŋ nˈaɪt, ðə stˈɪl nˈaɪt, hiː wˈɔːks wˌɛɹ kɹˈaɪst hæθ tɹˈɑːd.