text_original: *' Lo ! somewhere on the earth It shines above His rest— The Royal One, the Babe, On mortal mother's breast. " Now haste we forth to find Him — To worship at His feet. To Him of whom the prophets sang Bearing oblations meet
text_transcription: LO SOMEWHERE ON THE EARTH IT SHINES ABOVE HIS REST THE ROYAL ONE THE BABE ON MORTAL MOTHER'S BREAST NOW HASTE WE FORTH TO FIND HIM TO WORSHIP AT HIS FEET TO HIM OF WHOM THE PROPHET SANG BEARING OBLATIONS MEET
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk lˈoʊ ! sˈʌmwɛɹ ɔnðɪ ˈɜːθ ɪt ʃˈaɪnz əbˌʌv hɪz ɹˈɛst— ðə ɹˈɔɪəl wˌʌn, ðə bˈeɪb, ˌɔn mˈɔːɹɾəl mˈʌðɚz bɹˈɛst. " nˈaʊ hˈeɪst wiː fˈɔːɹθ tə fˈaɪnd hˌɪm — tə wˈɜːʃɪp æt hɪz fˈiːt. tə hˌɪm ʌv hˈuːm ðə pɹˈɑːfɪts sˈæŋ bˈɛɹɪŋ oʊblˈeɪʃənz mˈiːt