text_original: Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem. 00 THE HIGHER LIFE. Once on the raging seas I rode. The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
text_transcription: HARK HARK TO GOD THE CHORUS BREAKS FROM EVERY HOST FROM EVERY GEM BUT ONE ALONE THE SAVIOR SPEAKS IT IS THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM ONCE ON THE RAGING SEAS I RODE THE STORM WAS LOUD THE NIGHT WAS DARK THE OCEAN YAWNED AND RUDELY BLOWED THE WIND THAT TOSSED MY FOUNDERING BARK
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk ! hˈɑːɹk ! tə ɡˈɑːd ðə kˈɔːɹəs bɹˈeɪks, fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi hˈoʊst, fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi dʒˈɛm : bˌʌt wˈʌn ɐlˈoʊn ðə sˈeɪvjɚ spˈiːks, ɪɾ ɪz ðə stˈɑːɹ ʌv bˈɛθlɛhəm. zˈiəɹoʊ zˈiəɹoʊ ðə hˈaɪɚ lˈaɪf. wˈʌns ɔnðə ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ sˈiːz aɪ ɹˈoʊd. ðə stˈɔːɹm wʌz lˈaʊd, ðə nˈaɪt wʌz dˈɑːɹk, ðɪ ˈoʊʃən jˈɔːnd, ænd ɹˈuːdli blˈoʊd ðə wˈɪnd ðæt tˈɔst maɪ fˈaʊndɚɹɪŋ bˈɑːɹk.