text_original: The hills abide, and that mysterious Breath Which brooded on the slowly shaping earth, And came to day like dew to Nazareth To fashion our Redeemer's Virgin birth.
text_transcription: THE HILLS ABIDE AND THAT MYSTERIOUS BREATH WHICH BROODED ON THE SLOWLY SHAPING EARTH AND CAME TO DAY LIKE DEW TO NAZARETH TO FASHION OUR REDEEMER'S VIRGIN BIRTH
phonemes: ðə hˈɪlz ɐbˈaɪd, ænd ðæt mɪstˈɪɹiəs bɹˈɛθ wˌɪtʃ bɹˈuːdᵻd ɔnðə slˈoʊli ʃˈeɪpɪŋ ˈɜːθ, ænd kˈeɪm tə dˈeɪ lˈaɪk dˈuː tə nˈæzɚɹəθ tə fˈæʃən ˌaʊɚ ɹᵻdˈiːmɚz vˈɜːdʒɪn bˈɜːθ.