text_original: This faith  that life's hard moments, When the jarring sorrows befall, Are but God ploughing his mountains; And the mountains yet shall be The source of his grace and freshness And his peace everlasting to me.
text_transcription: THIS FAITH THAT LIFE'S HARD MOMENTS WHEN THE JARRING SORROWS BEFALL ARE BUT GOD PLOUGHING HIS MOUNTAINS AND THE MOUNTAINS YET SHALL BE THE SOURCE OF HIS GRACE AND FRESHNESS AND HIS PEACE EVERLASTING TO ME
phonemes: ðɪs fˈeɪθ ðæt lˈaɪfz hˈɑːɹd mˈoʊmənts, wˌɛn ðə dʒˈɑːɹɹɪŋ sˈɑːɹoʊz bᵻfˈɔːl, ɑːɹ bˌʌt ɡˈɑːd plˈaʊɪŋ hɪz mˈaʊntɪnz; ænd ðə mˈaʊntɪnz jˈɛt ʃˌæl biː ðə sˈɔːɹs ʌv hɪz ɡɹˈeɪs ænd fɹˈɛʃnəs ænd hɪz pˈiːs ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ tə mˌiː.