text_original: "And they shall rise again!" Oh joys of hope eternal! That though we, weeping, lay them 'neath the heavy sod, God's angels, guarding now, behold their spring supernal, And hold them trusting, waiting but the call of God!
text_transcription: AND THEY SHALL RISE AGAIN O JOYS OF HOPE ETERNAL THAT THOUGH WE WEEPING LAY THEM NEATH THE HEAVY SOD GOD'S ANGELS GUARDING NOW BEHOLD THEIR SPRINGS SUPERNAL AND HOLD THEM TRUSTING WAITING BUT THE CALL OF GOD
phonemes: "ænd ðeɪ ʃˌæl ɹˈaɪz ɐɡˈɛn!" ˈoʊ dʒˈɔɪz ʌv hˈoʊp ɪtˈɜːnəl! ðˈæt ðˌoʊ wiː, wˈiːpɪŋ, lˈeɪ ðˌɛm nˈiːθ ðə hˈɛvi sˈɑːd, ɡˈɑːdz ˈeɪndʒəlz, ɡˈɑːɹdɪŋ nˈaʊ, bᵻhˈoʊld ðɛɹ spɹˈɪŋ suːpˈɜːnəl, ænd hˈoʊld ðˌɛm tɹˈʌstɪŋ, wˈeɪɾɪŋ bˌʌt ðə kˈɔːl ʌv ɡˈɑːd!