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Not too many of our books are held together with iron bars and nails, but this hefty hymnal needs the support for its massive wooden boards.

Privately printed in 1646, for the Monastery of Santa Maria della Pace by Giovanni Agostino Casoni della Spezia in Genoa, no expense was spared for this weighty wonder, including commissioning a giant unique typeface and initials that were used exclusively for this work.  (Do you see how big that “I” is?  It is as big as my hand!).  In addition, each of the 103 pages is a full sheet printed as a broadside.

This is our most recent acquisition, and the bookseller Bruce McKittrick and his team did an incredible amount of research to figure out all the details about this unique hymnal.  As we sort through the included research and catalog this item, we will post an update.


The new Grizfolk single “Hymnals”


“This year has been a dream. Here’s proof.”

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“We sat down with Vevo to talk Hymnals, Batman, and the origins of Grizfolk. Check it.”

If you follow along with IHM very closely, and this next song named Cool sounds strangely familiar though you’ve never heard of this band named DAWNS, well, ding ding ding, you get a (virtual) cookie for your great memory. I went through the same experience when I first encountered Cool in my inbox. Then I figured it out. I had shared Cool several months ago, when a new indie rock outfit named Hymnal debuted with the song. The three piece have now relaunched as DAWNS, and since Cool is such an earworm of a jam, it’s a must re-visit. Cool is the New York City based trio’s official debut from an upcoming EP. They remind me of bands like Two Door Cinema Club and Foals but with a touch of HONNE and some RKCB with their jaunty tune. Cool’s blend of dance rock pluckiness, alt rock stateliness, and R&B satin smoothness is dreamy vibrant and endearing infectious. 

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it is well!

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.