text_original: O happy Monks and Virgins, Singing by night and day, Your hymnals to Sweet Jesus, In dearest, fondest lay! How can I speak your glory, How can I tell your worth? Ye are the Church's safeguard; Ye are the "Salt of earth."
text_transcription: O HAPPY MONKS AND VIRGINS SINGING BY NIGHT AND DAY YOUR HYMNALS TO SWEET JESUS IN DEAREST FONDEST LAY HOW CAN I SPEAK YOUR GLORY HOW CAN I TELL YOUR WORTH HERE ARE THE CHURCHES SAFEGUARD HERE THE SALT OF EARTH
phonemes: ˈoʊ hˈæpi mˈʌŋks ænd vˈɜːdʒɪnz, sˈɪŋɪŋ baɪ nˈaɪt ænd dˈeɪ, jʊɹ hˈɪmnəlz tə swˈiːt dʒˈiːzəs, ɪn dˈɪɹɪst, fˈɑːndɪst lˈeɪ! hˌaʊ kæn aɪ spˈiːk jʊɹ ɡlˈɔːɹi, hˌaʊ kæn aɪ tˈɛl jʊɹ wˈɜːθ? jiː ɑːɹ ðə tʃˈɜːtʃɪz sˈeɪfɡɑːɹd; jiː ɑːɹ ðə "sˈɔlt ʌv ˈɜːθ."