He left the splendor of heaven,
Knowing His destiny,
Was the lonely hill of Golgotha,
There to lay down His life for me.

Refrain
If that isn't love
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 on His side.
He spoke of love and compassion,
Then He took him to Paradise.