Wondrous night!
I gazed, I gazed
With wondrous sight
Transfixed, amazed!

My stable bare,
'Tho warm and clean
A palace rare
With royal sheen
Became, with angels,
All so keen
To touch the Holy Child

And I, poor Ox
With breathy low
My praises gave
In utterance slow.
I would that He,
Could know that I,
An Ox could love
Him, till I die!

>But stay, His hand
Outstretched to me,
My ears a thrilling
To his touch!
My fur was rumpled
With Holy Fingers
And I, an Ox,
Was blessed.