He left the splendor of heaven, Knowing His destiny Was the lonely hill of Golgotha, There to lay down His life for me. If that isn't love the ocean is dry, There're 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 Paradise. If that isn't love the ocean is dry, There're 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.