Neither will I be with you any more, except ye destroy the accursed from among you.@Joshua 7:12

Samuel K. Wheatlake, 1898.

Edwin L. Bowyer, arranged by David W. Myland ( pdf nwc).

I came to Jesus long ago,
All laden down with sin,
I sought Him long for pardoning grace;
He would not take me in.
At last I found the reason why
As light came more and more;
I had a shelf with idols on
Just in behind the door.

Refrain

That shelf behind the door—
Don’t use it any more;
But quickly clean that corner out
From ceiling to the floor;
For Jesus wants His temple clean,
He cannot bless you more,
Unless you take those idols out
From in behind the door.

I tore it down and threw it out,
And then the blessing came;
But e’er I got the victory
And felt the holy flame,
Beelzebub came rushing up
And said with awful roar,
You cannot live without a shelf
Right here behind the door.

Refrain

So many people of today
Are destitute of power;
’Tis plain to see they cannot stand
Temptation’s trying hour.
By way of an apology
My weakness
is their cry;
’Tis all because of idols they
Are using on the sly.

Refrain

Some smoke and chew tobacco, and
Some love their fancy dress;
Others have wronged their fellow men,
Refusing to confess.
They wonder why they are not blest
As in the days of yore;
The reason why is on the shelf
Just in behind the door.

Refrain

That little shelf behind the door
Will cause you much distress;
Especially about the time
You think of being blest.
While pleading for the victory
Before the Lord in prayer,
How many times you think about
Ihe idols hidden there.

Refrain

Your soul is dark, you surely know
You have no peace with God;
You daily tremble lest you feel
The chastening of His rod.
The blessèd Holy Spirit puts
This question o’er and o’er:
What are you going to do about
This shelf behind the door?

Refrain

You need not go to foreign lands
To find a household god,
To look upon idolatry
You need not go a rod,
But in this land where Gospel light
Is shining all around,
If you should look behind the door
an idol could be found.

Refrain

Some hypocrites may look like saints—
From men their idols hide;
But what about the judgment day
Beyond death’s fearful tide?
That hidden spot behind the door
Will be a public place
Where God and men and angels, too,
Shall every idol trace.

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