text_original: Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose. My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest till it finds rest in thee.
text_transcription: THOU HIDDEN LOVE OF GOD WHOSE HEIGHT WHOSE DEPTH UNFATHOMED NO MAN KNOWS I SEE FROM FAR THY BEAUTEOUS LIGHT IN THEE I SIGH FOR THY REPOSE MY HEART IS PAINED NOR CAN IT BE AT REST TILL IT FINDS REST IN THEE
phonemes: ðˈaʊ hˈɪdən lˈʌv ʌv ɡˈɑːd, hˌuːz hˈaɪt, hˌuːz dˈɛpθ ʌnfˈæðəmd nˈoʊ mˈæn nˈoʊz, aɪ sˈiː fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾiəs lˈaɪt, ˈɪnli aɪ sˈaɪ fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ ɹᵻpˈoʊz. maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz pˈeɪnd, nˈɔːɹ kæn ɪt biː æt ɹˈɛst tˈɪl ɪt fˈaɪndz ɹˈɛst ɪn ðˈiː.