I grew up in an integrated church in south Arkansas, but this song wasn’t one any of us white folks had heard. I’ll never forget when a little old lady stood up in the middle of the congregation and started singing, “He’s sweet I know. He’s sweet I know. Dark clouds may rise; strong winds may blow, but I’ll tell the world wherever I go, I have found a savior, and He’s sweet I know. She stood up and sang it after the pastor said, “I think someone here has something God wants to say to us.” Whenever he did that, it usually resulted in someone speaking in tongues followed by an “interpretation,” so when she stood up and sang those words, all the white folks in the room, thought she was delivering a a fresh Holy Ghost word in the form of a song. Later, her daughter invited my over to their house, and gave me a hymnal that had, “He’s Sweet I Know” in it, and I’ve continued to sing it for the last 30 years of my life. Thank you for sharing your beautiful arrangement of the song! ❤👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
You just can't beat those old hymns!! Young folks don't know 'bout these proven songs of worship. I play for a men's choir, and I always reach back and bring back one of these. Young ones say ...who did that song? And I tell them they're older than your grandma you should ask her how they did them with no music. I really enjoyed this song. Well done, sir . God bless ya!!!!🙏🏽🙏🏽
