text_original: Oh, wondrous land ! Fairer than all our spirit's fairest dreaming: DEATH: IMMORTALITY: HEAVEN. 403 " Eye hath not seen," no heart can understand The things prepared, the cloudless radiance streaming. How longingly we wait our Lord's command — His opening hand!
text_transcription: O WONDROUS LAND FAIRER THAN ALL OUR SPIRITS FAIREST DREAMING EYE HATH NOT SEEN NO HEART CAN UNDERSTAND THE THINGS PREPARED THE CLOUDLESS RADIANCE DREAMING HOW LONGINGLY WE WAIT OUR LORD'S COMMAND HIS OPENING HAND
phonemes: ˈoʊ, wˈʌndɹəs lˈænd ! fˈɛɹɚ ðɐn ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ spˈɪɹɪts fˈɛɹəst dɹˈiːmɪŋ: dˈɛθ: ɪmɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi: hˈɛvən. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː " ˈaɪ hæθ nˌɑːt sˈiːn," nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹt kæn ˌʌndɚstˈænd ðə θˈɪŋz pɹɪpˈɛɹd, ðə klˈaʊdləs ɹˈeɪdiəns stɹˈiːmɪŋ. hˌaʊ lˈɔŋɪŋli wiː wˈeɪt ˌaʊɚ lˈɔːɹdz kəmˈænd — hɪz ˈoʊpənɪŋ hˈænd!