text_original: A voice is mute that had no word of hate, And one gone forth who shall not come again A comrade true, a friend compassionate; Tender and brave, a soul without a stain. Jesus, whose word it was that save as we Become as little children, meek and mild, We shall not enter, turn Thy face and see : One waiteth at the door, a little child!
text_transcription: A VOICE IS MUTE THAT HAD NO WORD OF HATE AND ONE GONE FORTH WHO SHALL NOT COME AGAIN A COMRADE TRUE A FRIEND COMPASSIONATE TENDER AND BRAVE A SOUL WITHOUT A STAIN JESUS WHOSE WORD IT WAS THAT SAVE AS WE BECOME AS LITTLE CHILDREN MEEK AND MILD WE SHALL NOT ENTER TURN THY FACE AND SEE ONE WAITETH AT THE DOOR A LITTLE CHILD
phonemes: ɐ vˈɔɪs ɪz mjˈuːt ðæt hæd nˈoʊ wˈɜːd ʌv hˈeɪt, ænd wˈʌn ɡɔn fˈɔːɹθ hˌuː ʃˌæl nˌɑːt kˈʌm ɐɡˈɛn ɐ kˈɑːmɹæd tɹˈuː, ɐ fɹˈɛnd kəmpˈæʃənət; tˈɛndɚɹ ænd bɹˈeɪv, ɐ sˈoʊl wɪðˌaʊt ɐ stˈeɪn. dʒˈiːzəs, hˌuːz wˈɜːd ɪt wʌz ðæt sˈeɪv æz wiː bɪkˌʌm æz lˈɪɾəl tʃˈɪldɹən, mˈiːk ænd mˈaɪld, wiːʃˌɐl nˌɑːt ˈɛntɚ, tˈɜːn ðˌaɪ fˈeɪs ænd sˈiː : wˈʌn wˈeɪɾəθ æt ðə dˈɔːɹ, ɐ lˈɪɾəl tʃˈaɪld!