text_original: They are not dead while heart to heart Still hold communion though apart, The visible with the unseen, And faith and longing know the art Of bridging the wide space between. They are not dead who, folded fair In the kind Shepherd's steadfast care, Await our coming in sure faith, When we shall see them as they are, Made yet more beautiful by death.
text_transcription: THEY ARE NOT DEAD WHILE HEART TO HEART STILL HOLD COMMUNION THOUGH APART THE VISIBLE WITH THE UNSEEN AND FAITH AND LONGING KNOW THE ART OF BRIDGING THE WIDE SPACE BETWEEN THEY ARE NOT DEAD WHO FOLDED FAIR IN THE KIND SHEPHERD'S STEADFAST CARE AWAIT OUR COMING IN SURE FAITH WHEN WE SHALL SEE THEM AS THEY ARE MADE YET MORE BEAUTIFUL BY DEATH
phonemes: ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt dˈɛd wˌaɪl hˈɑːɹt tə hˈɑːɹt stˈɪl hˈoʊld kəmjˈuːniən ðˌoʊ ɐpˈɑːɹt, ðə vˈɪzᵻbəl wɪððɪ ʌnsˈiːn, ænd fˈeɪθ ænd lˈɔŋɪŋ nˈoʊ ðɪ ˈɑːɹt ʌv bɹˈɪdʒɪŋ ðə wˈaɪd spˈeɪs bᵻtwˈiːn. ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt dˈɛd hˈuː, fˈoʊldᵻd fˈɛɹ ɪnðə kˈaɪnd ʃˈɛpɚdz stˈɛdfæst kˈɛɹ, ɐwˈeɪt ˌaʊɚ kˈʌmɪŋ ɪn ʃˈʊɹ fˈeɪθ, wˌɛn wiːʃˌɐl sˈiː ðˌɛm æz ðeɪ ɑːɹ, mˌeɪd jˈɛt mˈɔːɹ bjˈuːɾifəl baɪ dˈɛθ.