When I was in England many years ago, I saw a tombstone in a churchyard (I forget in what town) for an 8-year-old girl who had been killed by lightning while saying her prayers. Probably early 19th century -- at any rate, long enough ago that believers felt no need to be embarrassed. The stone bore a long poem urging submission to the will of God; its last line was "Blest if He save, and more blest if He kill".