Introduction:

“He Knows Just What I Need” is a gospel song recorded by Elvis Presley in 1960 for his album His Hand in Mine. The song, written by Mose Lister, expresses a deep faith in God and the belief that He will provide for all needs.

Presley’s rendition of “He Knows Just What I Need” showcases his powerful vocals and his sincere connection to the spiritual message of the song. The backing vocals by The Jordanaires add a rich harmonic texture, enhancing the song’s emotional impact.

The song’s release coincided with a period of personal and professional transition for Presley, as he was exploring his religious beliefs and incorporating gospel elements into his music. “He Knows Just What I Need” reflects this spiritual exploration and showcases Presley’s versatility as an artist.

While not as commercially successful as some of his rock and roll hits, “He Knows Just What I Need” remains a beloved song among Presley’s fans and a testament to his enduring legacy as an artist who could connect with audiences on a deeply emotional level.

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