This is a favorite Christian hymn, lyrics written by Horatio Spafford in the 1870s after his 2-yr-old son died in the Great Chicago Fire, his finances fell apart, and his four daughters drowned in a shipwreck.
It has been a source of comfort for me. Chris Rice has a great version in his Hymns Project.
(By the way, the music is by Philip Bliss, the same guy who wrote Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy. Oh, and the lyrics mention Trump in the last verse.)