He left the splendor of heaven Knowing His des-tiny Was the lonely hill of Golgotha There to lay down His life for me If that isn't love then the ocean is dry There's no stars in the sky And the sparrow can't fly If that isn't love then heaven's a myth There's no feeling like this If that isn't love Even in death He remembered The thief hanging by His side He spoke with love and compassion Then He took him to para-dise