text_original: A ship came laboring in from sea, One wild December night ; Ah ! never ship was borne to lee In sadder, sorrier plight ! Rent were her sails By furious gales, No pennants floated far ; Twisted and torn And all forlorn Were shuddering mast and spar ! But from the prow Faith's steady eyes Caught the near light of Paradise
text_transcription: A SHIP CAME LABOURING IN FROM SEA ONE WILD DECEMBER NIGHT AH NEVER SHIP WAS BORNE TO LEE IN SADDER SORRIER PLIGHT RENT WERE HER SAILS BY FURIOUS GALES NO PENANCE FLOATED FAR TWISTED AND TORN AND ALL FORLORN WERE SHUDDERING MAST AND SPAR BUT FROM THE PROUD FAITH STEADY EYES CAUGHT THE NEAR LIGHT OF PARADISE
phonemes: ɐ ʃˈɪp kˈeɪm lˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ ɪn fɹʌm sˈiː, wˈʌn wˈaɪld dᵻsˈɛmbɚ nˈaɪt ; ˈɑː ! nˈɛvɚ ʃˈɪp wʌz bˈɔːɹn tə lˈiː ɪn sˈædɚ, sˈɑːɹiɚ plˈaɪt ! ɹˈɛnt wɜː hɜː sˈeɪlz baɪ fjˈʊɹɹiəs ɡˈeɪlz, nˈoʊ pˈɛnənts flˈoʊɾᵻd fˈɑːɹ ; twˈɪstᵻd ænd tˈɔːɹn ænd ˈɔːl fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn wɜː ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ mˈæst ænd spˈɑːɹ ! bˌʌt fɹʌmðə pɹˈaʊ fˈeɪθz stˈɛdi ˈaɪz kˈɔːt ðə nˌɪɹ lˈaɪt ʌv pˈæɹədˌaɪs