text_original: We seek to know Thee more and more, Dear Lord, and count our sorrows blest, Since sorrow is the door Whereby Thou enterest. Nor can our hearts so closely come To Thine in any other place, As where, with anguish dumb, We faint in Thine embrace.
text_transcription: WE SEEK TO KNOW THEE MORE AND MORE DEAR LORD AND COUNT OUR SORROWS BLEST SINCE SORROW IS THE DOOR WHEREBY THOU ENTEREST NOR CAN OUR HEARTS SO CLOSELY COME TO DINE IN ANY OTHER PLACE AS WHERE WITH ANGUISH DONE WE FAINT IN THINE EMBRACE
phonemes: wiː sˈiːk tə nˈoʊ ðiː mˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɔːɹ, dˈɪɹ lˈɔːɹd, ænd kˈaʊnt ˌaʊɚ sˈɑːɹoʊz blˈɛst, sˈɪns sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪz ðə dˈɔːɹ wˈɛɹbaɪ ðˈaʊ ˈɛntɚɹɪst. nˈɔːɹ kæn ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts sˌoʊ klˈoʊsli kˈʌm tə ðaɪn ɪn ˌɛni ˈʌðɚ plˈeɪs, æz wˈɛɹ, wɪð ˈæŋɡwɪʃ dˈʌm, wiː fˈeɪnt ɪn ðaɪn ɛmbɹˈeɪs.