text_original: I heard a song across the sea As sweet and faint as echoes are, And glimpsed a poignant happiness No care of earth might mar. Dear God, our life is beautiful In every splendid gift it brings, But most I thank Thee humbly for The joy of little things.
text_transcription: I HEARD A SONG ACROSS THE SEA AS SWEET AND FAINT AS ECHOES ARE AND GLIMPSED OF POIGNANT HAPPINESS NO CARE OF EARTH MIGHT MAR DEAR GOD OUR LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL AND EVERY SPLENDID GIFT IT BRINGS BUT MOST I THANK THEE HUMBLY FOR THE JOY OF LITTLE THINGS
phonemes: aɪ hˈɜːd ɐ sˈɔŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈiː æz swˈiːt ænd fˈeɪnt æz ˈɛkoʊz ɑːɹ, ænd ɡlˈɪmpst ɐ pˈɔɪnjənt hˈæpɪnəs nˈoʊ kˈɛɹ ʌv ˈɜːθ mˌaɪt mˈɑːɹ. dˈɪɹ ɡˈɑːd, ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪf ɪz bjˈuːɾifəl ɪn ˈɛvɹi splˈɛndɪd ɡˈɪft ɪt bɹˈɪŋz, bˌʌt mˈoʊst aɪ θˈæŋk ðiː hˈʌmbli fɚðə dʒˈɔɪ ʌv lˈɪɾəl θˈɪŋz.