text_original: If we climb, we shall find purer air and fairer regions. Heaven will be nearer to us, the world will lie beneath our feet;  we shall bless God for the trial that has lifted us so high above our old selves. We shall comprehend a little of the vast Love that reared the mountain;  ay, we shall break forth into singing, "Thou, Lord, of Thy goodness, hast made my hill so strong!"
text_transcription: IF WE CLIMB WE SHALL FIND PURER AIR AND FAIRER REGIONS HEAVEN WILL BE NEARER TO US THE WORLD WILL LIE BENEATH OUR FEET WE SHALL BLESS GOD FOR THE TRIAL THAT HAS LIFTED US SO HIGH ABOVE OUR OLD SELVES WE SHALL COMPREHEND A LITTLE OF THE VAST LOVE THAT REARED THE MOUNTAIN AY WE SHALL BREAK FORTH INTO SINGING THOU LORD OF THY GOODNESS HAST MADE MY HILL SO STRONG
phonemes: ɪf wiː klˈaɪm, wiːʃˌɐl fˈaɪnd pjˈʊɹɹɚɹ ˈɛɹ ænd fˈɛɹɚ ɹˈiːdʒənz. hˈɛvən wɪl biː nˈɪɹɚ tʊ ˌʌs, ðə wˈɜːld wɪl lˈaɪ bᵻnˌiːθ ˌaʊɚ fˈiːt;  wiːʃˌɐl blˈɛs ɡˈɑːd fɚðə tɹˈaɪəl ðæt hɐz lˈɪftᵻd ˌʌs sˌoʊ hˈaɪ əbˌʌv ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊld sˈɛlvz. wiːʃˌɐl kˌɑːmpɹihˈɛnd ɐ lˈɪɾəl ʌvðə vˈæst lˈʌv ðæt ɹˈɪɹd ðə mˈaʊntɪn;  ˈaɪ, wiːʃˌɐl bɹˈeɪk fˈɔːɹθ ˌɪntʊ sˈɪŋɪŋ, "ðˈaʊ, lˈɔːɹd, ʌv ðˌaɪ ɡˈʊdnəs, hˈeɪst mˌeɪd maɪ hˈɪl sˌoʊ stɹˈɔŋ!"