text_original: "Come home, mother, come!"  Ah, how vain is that cry, The home of the righteous is fixed in the sky! Earth's treasures wax old, its attractions all wither, The cry of the ransomed is, "Come ye up hither!"
text_transcription: COME HOME MOTHER COME AH HOW VAIN IS THAT CRY THE HOME OF THE RIGHTEOUS IS FIXED IN THE SKY EARTH'S TREASURES WAX OLD ITS ATTRACTIONS ALL WITHER THE CRY OF THE RANSOMED IS COME YE UP HITHER
phonemes: "kˈʌm hˈoʊm, mˈʌðɚ, kˈʌm!"  ˈɑː, hˌaʊ vˈeɪn ɪz ðæt kɹˈaɪ, ðə hˈoʊm ʌvðə ɹˈaɪtʃəs ɪz fˈɪkst ɪnðə skˈaɪ! ˈɜːθz tɹˈɛʒɚz wˈæks ˈoʊld, ɪts ɐtɹˈækʃənz ˈɔːl wˈɪðɚ, ðə kɹˈaɪ ʌvðə ɹˈænsəmd ɪz, "kˈʌm jiː ˌʌp hˈɪðɚ!"