text_original: 44 NEARER HOME Sweet hope which lifts the dull, long hour And makes it light to bear, Sweet waiting welcome which has power To make the dark seem fair, Sweet hands held out across the sea To reach us where we roam, We can bear hardest things since we Have turned our face toward home.
text_transcription: HOME SWEET HOPE WHICH LIFTS THE DULL LONG HOUR AND MAKES IT LIGHT TO BEAR SWEET WAITING WELCOME WHICH HAS POWER TO MAKE THE DARK SEEM FAIR SWEET HANDS HELD OUT ACROSS THE SEA TO REACH US WHERE WE ROAM WE CAN BEAR HARDEST THINGS SINCE WE HAVE TURNED OUR FACE TOWARD HOME
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi fˈɔːɹ nˈɪɹɚ hˈoʊm swˈiːt hˈoʊp wˌɪtʃ lˈɪfts ðə dˈʌl, lˈɔŋ ˈaʊɚ ænd mˌeɪks ɪt lˈaɪt tə bˈɛɹ, swˈiːt wˈeɪɾɪŋ wˈɛlkʌm wˌɪtʃ hɐz pˈaʊɚ tə mˌeɪk ðə dˈɑːɹk sˈiːm fˈɛɹ, swˈiːt hˈændz hˈɛld ˈaʊt əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈiː tə ɹˈiːtʃ ˌʌs wˌɛɹ wiː ɹˈoʊm, wiː kæn bˈɛɹ hˈɑːɹdɪst θˈɪŋz sˈɪns wiː hæv tˈɜːnd ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹd hˈoʊm.