It's a bit of the old Alexander Pope

Cease then, nor ORDER Imperfection name: Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know they own point: This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee. Submit -- In this, or any other sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear: Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony, not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good: And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, "Whatever IS, is RIGHT."

Basically do not question why the preteen orphaned chimney sweeps cough up their lungs in the snow. Walk on by secure in the knowledge that they suffer at the will of God's grace... not because of the inaction and cupidity of their fellow man that treats them as sacrifices for the common good oh no no no...

It never changes with these godly types.