In cold despair
They'd laid Him in the tomb
The body of their Master fair
Third morning came
As they returned to pray
Light was shining everywhere
But Jesus' body was not there

And as they gaze at an empty grave
The earth around began to shake
And they were so afraid
But voices of angels filled the air
Their shouts proclaimed "He is not here"
And you could hear them say

Chorus 1
Who will call Him King of kings?
Who will call Him Lord of lords?
Who will call Him Prince of Peace
Such a wonderful Counselor, Mighty God?
Who will call Him King?

Their spirits soared
As fear was turned to joy
Standing there before their eyes
Jesus clothed in radiant white

And with a voice they'd heard before
He told them:
"Go and tell the world that I'm alive"
They run as fast as feet could fly
"The Lord is risen", was their cry
And you could hear them say:

Chorus 2
We will call Him King of kings
We will call Him Lord of lords
We will call Him Prince of Peace
Such wonderful, counselor, mighty God

Just like He said
He is risen from the death
And the people say

Repeat Chorus 2

I will call Him King of kings
And I will call Him Lord of lords
I will call Him Prince of Peace
Such a wonderful, counselor, mighty God
I will call Him King
I will call Him King
I will call Him King