text_original: The Abbey Church was glistening With incense, lights, and gold, The organ's peal of welcome, Through aisle and choir rolled. The hooded Monks are bearing Slowly the bier along, The choristers are chanting A glad triumphant song.
text_transcription: THE ABBEY CHURCH WAS GLISTENING WITH INCENSE LIGHTS AND GOLD THE ORGAN'S PEAL OF WELCOME THROUGH ISLE AND CHOIR ROLLED THE HOODED MONGS ARE BEARING SLOWLY THE BIER ALONG THE CHORISTERS ARE CHANTING A GLAD TRIUMPHANT SONG
phonemes: ðɪ ˈæbi tʃˈɜːtʃ wʌz ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ wɪð ˈɪnsɛns, lˈaɪts, ænd ɡˈoʊld, ðɪ ˈɔːɹɡənz pˈiːl ʌv wˈɛlkʌm, θɹuː ˈaɪəl ænd kwˈaɪɚ ɹˈoʊld. ðə hˈʊdᵻd mˈʌŋks ɑːɹ bˈɛɹɪŋ slˈoʊli ðə bˈɪɹ ɐlˈɔŋ, ðə kˈɔːɹɪstɚz ɑːɹ tʃˈæntɪŋ ɐ ɡlˈæd tɹaɪˈʌmfənt sˈɔŋ.