text_original: O dear ones there ! Whose voices, hushed, have left our pathway lonelv, l> 7 We come, erelong, your blessed home to share; We take the guiding hand, we trust it only — Seeing, by faith, beyond this clouded air, That land so fair!
text_transcription: O DEAR ONES THERE WHOSE VOICES HUSHED HAVE LEFT OUR PATHWAY LONELY WE COME ERE LONG YOUR BLESSED HOME TO SHARE WE TAKE THE GUIDING HAND WE TRUST IT ONLY SEEING BY FAITH BEYOND THIS CLOUDED AIR THAT LAND SO FAIR END OF POEM THIS
phonemes: ˈoʊ dˈɪɹ wˈʌnz ðˈɛɹ ! hˌuːz vˈɔɪsᵻz, hˈʌʃt, hæv lˈɛft ˌaʊɚ pˈæθweɪ lˈoʊnəlv, ˈɛl sˈɛvən wiː kˈʌm, ɪɹˈɛlɔŋ, jʊɹ blˈɛst hˈoʊm tə ʃˈɛɹ; wiː tˈeɪk ðə ɡˈaɪdɪŋ hˈænd, wiː tɹˈʌst ɪɾ ˈoʊnli — sˈiːɪŋ, baɪ fˈeɪθ, bᵻjˌɔnd ðɪs klˈaʊdᵻd ˈɛɹ, ðæt lˈænd sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ!