We Catch A Glimpse Of It, Gaunt And Gray, When The Golden Sunbeams Are All Abroad; We Sober A Moment, Then Softly Say: The World Still Lies In The Hand Of God. We Watch It Stealthily Creeping O'Er The Threshold Leading To Somebody'S Soul; A Shadow, We Cry, It Cannot Be More When Faith Is One'S Portion And Heaven One'S Goal. A Ghost That Comes Stealing Its Way Along, Affrighting The Weak With Its Gruesome Air, But Who That Is Young And Glad And Strong Fears For A Moment To Meet Despair? To This Heart Of Ours We Have Thought So Bold All Uninvited It Comes One Day - Lo! Faith Grows Wan, And Love Grows Cold, And The Heaven Of Our Dreams Lies Far Away.