From those serene and rapturous joysPurcell, HenryWelcome, more welcome does he comeThan life to Laz'rus in his drowsy tomb,When in his winding sheet at his new birthThe strange, surprising word was said: Come forth!
← LibraryPurcell, Henry · songFrom those serene and rapturous joysSong 4 of 6lyrics: Thomas FlatmanAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongFrom those serene and rapturous joyslyrics: Thomas FlatmanWelcomewˈɛlkʌm,moremˈɔːwelcomewˈɛlkʌmdoesdəzheˈhiːcomekˈʌmThanðˈɐnlifelˈaɪftotˈuːLaz'rusɹuːsinˈɪnhishˈɪzdrowsydɹˈaʊsitombtˈuːm,WhenwˈɛninˈɪnhishˈɪzwindingˈwɪndɪŋsheetʃˈiːtatˈæthishˈɪznewnjˈuːbirthbˈɜːθTheðəstrangestɹˈeɪndʒ,surprisingsəpɹˈaɪzɪŋwordwˈɜːdwaswˈɒzsaidsˈɛd:Comekˈʌmforthfˈɔːθ!