text_original: Glance, and forget. Thy kin in Christ draw near, Little in numbers now, and less in faith; For where the faith that grasped thee like a hand And led thee on to peril and to pain? The lamp burns low. They ask for them a sign.
text_transcription: GLANCE AND FORGET THY KIN IN CHRIST DRAW NEAR LITTLE IN NUMBERS NOW AND LESS IN FAITH FOR WHERE THE FAITH THAT GRASPED THEE LIKE A HAND AND LED THEE ON TO PERIL AND TO PAIN THE LAMP BURNS LOW THEY ASK FOR THEM A SIGN
phonemes: ɡlˈæns, ænd fɚɡˈɛt. ðˌaɪ kˈɪn ɪn kɹˈaɪst dɹˈɔː nˈɪɹ, lˈɪɾəl ɪn nˈʌmbɚz nˈaʊ, ænd lˈɛs ɪn fˈeɪθ; fɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ðə fˈeɪθ ðæt ɡɹˈæspt ðiː lˈaɪk ɐ hˈænd ænd lˈɛd ðiː ˌɔn tə pˈɛɹəl ænd tə pˈeɪn? ðə lˈæmp bˈɜːnz lˈoʊ. ðeɪ ˈæsk fɔːɹ ðˌɛm ɐ sˈaɪn.