text_original: When wasting age and wearying strife Have sapped the leaning walls of life, When darkness gathers over all, And the last tottering pillars fall, Take the poor dust thy mercy warms, And mould it into heavenly forms!
text_transcription: WHEN WASTING AGE AND WEARYING STRIFE HAVE SAPPED THE LEANING WALLS OF LIFE WHEN DARKNESS GATHERS OVER ALL AND THE LAST TOTTERING PILLARS FALL TAKE THE POOR DUST THY MERCY WARMS AND MOULD IT INTO HEAVENLY FORMS
phonemes: wˌɛn wˈeɪstɪŋ ˈeɪdʒ ænd wˈɪɹiɪŋ stɹˈaɪf hæv sˈæpt ðə lˈiːnɪŋ wˈɔːlz ʌv lˈaɪf, wˌɛn dˈɑːɹknəs ɡˈæðɚz ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈɔːl, ænd ðə lˈæst tˈɑːɾɚɹɪŋ pˈɪlɚz fˈɔːl, tˈeɪk ðə pˈʊɹ dˈʌst ðˌaɪ mˈɜːsi wˈɔːɹmz, ænd mˈoʊld ɪɾ ˌɪntʊ hˈɛvənli fˈɔːɹmz!