text_original: O joy! at Mary's altar, She plights another vow! Yes! while the girl was weeping, Her Rudolph lost and gone, The Sacred Host drew near her, There from strange glory shone. And there as if in vision, All wondrous, and most clear, Mabel beheld the Saviour, His voice fell on her ear.
text_transcription: O JOY AT MARY'S ALTAR SHE PLIGHTS ANOTHER VOW YES WHILE THE GIRL WAS WEEPING HER RUDOLPH LOST AND GONE THE SACRED HOST DREW NEAR HER THERE FROM STRANGE GLORY SHONE AND THERE AS IF IN VISION ALL WONDROUS AND MOST CLEAR MABEL BEHELD THE SAVIOUR HIS VOICE FELL ON HER EAR
phonemes: ˈoʊ dʒˈɔɪ! æt mˈɛɹiz ˈɔltɚ, ʃiː plˈaɪts ɐnˈʌðɚ vˈaʊ! jˈɛs! wˌaɪl ðə ɡˈɜːl wʌz wˈiːpɪŋ, hɜː ɹˈuːdɑːlf lˈɔst ænd ɡˈɔn, ðə sˈeɪkɹɪd hˈoʊst dɹˈuː nˈɪɹ hɜː, ðɛɹ fɹʌm stɹˈeɪndʒ ɡlˈɔːɹi ʃˈɑːn. ænd ðɛɹ æz ɪf ɪn vˈɪʒən, ˈɔːl wˈʌndɹəs, ænd mˈoʊst klˈɪɹ, mˈeɪbəl bᵻhˈɛld ðə sˈeɪvjɚ, hɪz vˈɔɪs fˈɛl ˌɔn hɜːɹ ˈɪɹ.