text_original: What is man, O Lord?" The low, moaning tones of the great organ rose and fell like the beat of a far off tide, as all heads bowed in silent devotion, recalling in that moment the lives that had passed out into the great beyond.
text_transcription: WHAT IS MAN O LORD THE LOW MOANING TONES OF THE GREAT ORGAN ROSE AND FELL LIKE THE BEAT OF A FAR OFF TIDE AS ALL HEADS BOW IN SILENT DEVOTION RECALLING IN THAT MOMENT THE LIVES THAT HAD PASSED OUT INTO THE GREAT BEYOND
phonemes: wˌʌt ɪz mˈæn, ˈoʊ lˈɔːɹd?" ðə lˈoʊ, mˈoʊnɪŋ tˈoʊnz ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt ˈɔːɹɡən ɹˈoʊz ænd fˈɛl lˈaɪk ðə bˈiːt əvə fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf tˈaɪd, æz ˈɔːl hˈɛdz bˈaʊd ɪn sˈaɪlənt dɪvˈoʊʃən, ɹᵻkˈɔːlɪŋ ɪn ðæt mˈoʊmənt ðə lˈaɪvz ðæt hæd pˈæst ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt bᵻjˈɔnd.