Classic Poem

I have heard ingenuous Indians say ,
In debts, they could not sleepe.
How far worse are such English then ,
Who love in debts to keepe?

If debts of pounds cause restlesse nights
In trade with man and man,
How hard's that heart that millions owes
To God, and yet sleepe can?

Debts paid, sleep's sweet, sins paid, death's sweet,
Death's night then's turn'd to light;
Who dies in sinnes unpaid, that soule
His light's eternall night.