Ooh, the lifter of my head
Oh, oh, the lifter of my head

Lord, how they've multiplied since the mornin' I ran,
even the boy I bounced on my knee has turned his hand.
They line the dusty road and they say it loud and mean,
"there's no help for him in God" — but that ain't the God I've seen.

So I hung it in the dust, Lord, I hung my heavy head,
till a word come off the hilltop, soft as mornin' bread.

But You — oh, but You —
when the low-down liars crowd around,
You come and find the fallen,
put Your hand beneath my chin and turn my whole face round.

You're the shield all around me, the glory I have found,
You're the lifter of my head when my head hangs down.
So I'll rise (rise), I'll rise (rise), on the word that You have said —
O my God, my glory, You're the lifter of my head.

I cried out with my voice and He heard me where I lay,
answered from His holy hill, drove the dark away.
So I laid me down and slept like a stone in the deep,
for the Lord was wide awake — He kept the watch I couldn't keep.

And I woke up still breathin', with my burden turned to bread —
He sustained me through the night, and He lifted up my head.

But You — oh, but You —
let 'em wonder how I sleep so sound,
the One who never slumbers had me,
He'll hold me while I lay this weary body down.

You're the shield all around me, the glory I have found,
You're the lifter of my head when my head hangs down.
So I'll rise (rise), I'll rise (rise), on the word that You have said —
O my God, my glory, You're the lifter of my head.

Let ten thousand come against me, set around on every side,
I will not be afraid, no — the Lord, He is my light.
Arise, O Lord, and save me, break the teeth of every lie;
the hand that keeps me steady is the hand that hung the sky.

(I will not be afraid) — He lifts the bowed-down low,
(I will not be afraid) — till the lowly are lifted high.

You're the shield all around me, the glory I have found,
You're the lifter of my head when my head hangs down.
I was face in the dirt, Lord, I was left for dead —
now my shield and my glory's got me up instead —

O my God, my glory, You're the lifter of my head.

Salvation belongs to the Lord — (belongs to the Lord) —
and His blessin' rests on His people, on the ones that He's restored.
So lift your head (lift it up), lift your head (lift it up) —
He's the lifter of your head.

Oh, lift your head (lift it up), lift your head —
He's the lifter of your head.