text_original: Sweet, do not leave us soon ; to thee we bring Our weary and our sick that thou mayst lay Thy healing touch upon them, strengthening Our failing hope and sunning all away The ice dews of our dread.
text_transcription: SWEET DO NOT LEAVE US SOON TO THEE WE BRING OUR WEARY AND OUR SICK THAT THOU MAYST LAY THY HEALING TOUCH UPON THEM STRENGTHENING OUR FADING HOPE AND SUNNING ALL AWAY THE ICED EWS OF OUR DREAD
phonemes: swˈiːt, duːnˌɑːt lˈiːv ˌʌs sˈuːn ; tə ðiː wiː bɹˈɪŋ ˌaʊɚ wˈɪɹi ænd ˌaʊɚ sˈɪk ðæt ðˈaʊ mˈeɪst lˈeɪ ðˌaɪ hˈiːlɪŋ tˈʌtʃ əpˌɑːn ðˌɛm, stɹˈɛŋθənɪŋ ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪlɪŋ hˈoʊp ænd sˈʌnɪŋ ˈɔːl ɐwˈeɪ ðɪ ˈaɪs dˈuːz ʌv ˌaʊɚ dɹˈɛd.