It Is Well

A song cannot, of course, cure a virus any more than it can reverse a downward spiraling stock market, yet this song seems to have the knack of showing up in my head when most needed – of course, is there ever a time it is not needed:

“When peace, like a river, attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say

It is well, it is well with my soul.”