I Corinthians 7:31b
…for the fashion of this world passeth away.
Philip Doddridge reflected on the fleeting fashions of the world in this hymn:
My soul! spring up with ardent flight,
Nor let this earth delude thy sight
With glittering trifles, gay and vain :
Wisdom divine directs thy view
To objects ever grand and new,
And faith displays the shining train.
Be dead, my hopes, to all below;
Nor let unbounded torrents flow,
When mourning o’er my withered joys :
So this deceitful world is known ;
Possessed, I call it not my own,
Nor glory in its painted toys.
The empty pageant rolls along ;
The giddy, inexperienced throng
Pursue it with enchanted eyes :
It passeth in swift march away,
Still more and more its charms decay,
Till the last gaudy color dies.
My God! to thee my soul shall turn!
For thee my noblest passions burn,
And drink in bliss from thee alone:
I fix on that unchanging home,
Where never-fading pleasures bloom,
Fresh-springing round thy radiant throne.
My soul, spring up with ardent flight (I Corinthians 7:31)