text_original: O Savior! at the season of Thy birth Thou hast remembered that Thy gift is peace ! 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.
text_transcription: O SAVIOR AT THE SEASON OF THY BIRTH THOU HAST REMEMBERED THAT THY GIFT IS PEACE 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
phonemes: ˈoʊ sˈeɪvjɚ! æt ðə sˈiːzən ʌv ðˌaɪ bˈɜːθ ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðæt ðˌaɪ ɡˈɪft ɪz pˈiːs ! 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.