text_original: How Jesus must love Bardsey, And prize her sacred soil; Here Saints in countless numbers Have rested from earth's toil: Have laid aside the burden Of poor mortality, And entered on the Sabbath Of glad eternity.
text_transcription: HOW JESUS MUST LOVE BARTSEY AND PRICE HER SACRED SOIL HERE SAINTS IN COUNTLESS NUMBERS HAVE WRESTED FROM EARTH'S TOIL HAVE LAID ASIDE THE BURDEN OF POOR MORTALITY AND ENTERED ON THE SABBATH OF GLAD ETERNITY
phonemes: hˌaʊ dʒˈiːzəs mˈʌst lˈʌv bˈɑːɹdsi, ænd pɹˈaɪz hɜː sˈeɪkɹɪd sˈɔɪl; hˈɪɹ sˈeɪnts ɪn kˈaʊntləs nˈʌmbɚz hæv ɹˈɛstᵻd fɹʌm ˈɜːθz tˈɔɪl: hæv lˈeɪd ɐsˈaɪd ðə bˈɜːdən ʌv pˈʊɹ mɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi, ænd ˈɛntɚd ɔnðə sˈæbəθ ʌv ɡlˈæd ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi.