text_original: He hath made them the haunt of beauty, The home elect of his grace; He spreadeth his mornings on them, His sunsets light their face.
text_transcription: HE HATH MADE THEM THE HAUNT OF BEAUTY THE HOME ELECT OF HIS GRACE HE SPREADETH HIS MORNINGS ON THEM HIS SUNSETS LIGHTE THEIR FACE
phonemes: hiː hæθ mˌeɪd ðˌɛm ðə hˈɔːnt ʌv bjˈuːɾi, ðə hˈoʊm ᵻlˈɛkt ʌv hɪz ɡɹˈeɪs; hiː spɹˈɛdəθ hɪz mˈɔːɹnɪŋz ˈɔn ðˌɛm, hɪz sˈʌnsɛts lˈaɪt ðɛɹ fˈeɪs.