text_original: Nor in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker's glory seen: Look in upon thy wondrous frame,   Eternal wisdom still the same!
text_transcription: NOR IN THE WORLD OF LIGHT ALONE WHERE GOD HAS BUILT HIS BLAZING THRONE NOR YET ALONE IN EARTH BELOW WITH BELTED SEAS THAT COME AND GO AND ENDLESS ISLES OF SUNLIT GREEN IS ALL THY MAKER'S GLORY SEEN LOOK IN UPON THY WONDROUS FRAME ETERNAL WISDOM STILL THE SAME
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ ɪnðə wˈɜːld ʌv lˈaɪt ɐlˈoʊn, wˌɛɹ ɡˈɑːd hɐz bˈɪlt hɪz blˈeɪzɪŋ θɹˈoʊn, nˈɔːɹ jˈɛt ɐlˈoʊn ɪn ˈɜːθ bᵻlˈoʊ, wɪð bˈɛltᵻd sˈiːz ðæt kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ, ænd ˈɛndləs ˈaɪəlz ʌv sˈʌnlɪt ɡɹˈiːn, ɪz ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ mˈeɪkɚz ɡlˈɔːɹi sˈiːn: lˈʊk ɪn əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ wˈʌndɹəs fɹˈeɪm,   ɪtˈɜːnəl wˈɪzdəm stˈɪl ðə sˈeɪm!