text_original: 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 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 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.